February 11th, 2011
Blank Slate
Somewhere along his yesterdays, he was once that sweet kid, living in the epoch of oblivion, waiting for an adventure that would eventually be etched on his soul piece by piece. The promise of a bright sunlit road, as told by his mentors hung upon the illusion-filled thin air, as he took his little steps that eventually led him into a pit.
His innocence faded with his ideals, his character distorted. He became a reflection of reality, as his sweet dreams eluded his grasps. The very reason for growing became the horrid lie that made up his nightmares.
His kindness withered, and his views shifted, but an ounce of hope laid beneath him; A little paradise in the midst of hell existed but was out of his reach. The very promise of his childhood caged and locked like a treasure placed in the maze of the unknown.
Healing, a longing to start anew…they are the very words that filled the corners of his mind.
A chance…a reason to find bliss…happiness.
“It’s not out there; it’s in here.” he told himself with a bittersweet, moon-shined smile.
Im Chris! I like marketing, astronomy, technology, cognitive science, some geology, stuff about world war 2, field of renaissance and DOGS. I also do bits of digital art and Photography every now and then ;) i wouldn't call myself a geek, since im nowhere near that, although i enjoy weird stuff. i can be quite eccentric and loud at the same time. follow me or something?
