13Leagues

Fear he who writes and claims his love for you, for writers are masters of words and weaving false tales is their profession. So fear he who grants you your wish and places the words he wrote in your hands for they came easy and love does not. So take caution with these lovers for trickery is only an instrument in a one man band. And with a pen in their hand do they create worlds that are scarcely questioned and scenarios that are quickly taken. With their pen do they create such calligraphy and music that seduce those with weak hearts. Take heed of my words as they are the assassins of literature and can easily find their weapons scattered

I’ll be the villain that absorbs the evils that resides in you so you can be the hero that you’ve always wanted to be. I don’t mind, I chose this path. Isn’t that what they say to make the mood a bit less grey? I’ll no longer console you and I’ll no longer wrap you in some tight embrace, instead I’ll smirk and snicker in your face. I’ll be the pessimistic one, always putting you down and doubting your skills. And as the hero, you’ll prove me wrong and you’ll get the applause that you always wanted and deserved so much. You will foil my plans and save the beautiful damsel in distre

Soothe my passions and tempt my desires, by your hand is this task easy to accomplish, is it not? Your eyes glisten with a rarity that not even diamonds share. Your words twirl around each other and upon meeting my ear do I feel a shiver - no a tremor as my heart begins to waver from it's normal beat. Your hand tickles my cheek and I am forced to keep my eyes open to ensure that you are real. For the red lustful waves of your touch leads me to believe that you are a mirage. One built from the violet night skies, infused with the golden rays of the sun and the white of the night's children. Past the beaming lights of Earth do they intertwine

I remember this thing you used to do with your mouth. Where you would move it and the word "I love you" would spring out. What neat tricks you used to be able to do. You used to perform this trick on rare occasions, only when both of us were feeling cheerful and gay. I would then stand awestricken as I applauded you and commended you, how brave and talented you were in performing a trick such as that. It was truly incredible. But then my compliments grew to reach your head and you performed the trick more and more. My applause sounded less fruitful but far duller to my ears, and so I did it less in hopes you would as well. Yet your trick h

I will forever be lost in the trappings of my mind, where no restraints exist and it is for that reason I am lost. I wander idly around as I investigate each corner that I can spot, pondering if I had already viewed this corner or if it is new. I approach the edge of my thoughts and find myself staring at a dark and endless expanse. This darkness brings no fear only curiosity as in a blink of an eye the darkness vanishes. It is then replaced with a vast array of things, things that I cannot describe in further detail. Yet this array contains corners, more corners for me to investigate and seek out what is hiding in them. I take it upon myself

Trust. I know no such word. That word died a long time ago, around the time everyone else died. It didn’t die alone though, it was joined by words like hope and freedom. Some people actually thought it would be better if they died with the word while others saw it more chivalrous if they died for it. I never understood those people, the ones who died for it, they were as worthless as those who died with it. I always seemed to go to the statement ‘there’s a reason why chivalry no longer exists’ when I think of them. Sanctuary. This was the freedom, the new version of hope. It was a word that we all craved to use and