The kiru wanders about purposeless. There was once a purpose, or so it believes, but even if there originally was one, it was now lost in the vast ocean that is time. With the concept of purpose lost, the kiru now wanders in efforts of discovering itself. The kiru looked towards the past to see a higher and perfect version of itself in finding its purpose but refuses to go through that door. The kiru looked towards the future and creating a better version of itself but now fearing change has driven it to leave that door open but fear to walk through it.Read More
I needed to keep my head held high. But tonight I lowered it. I don’t usually pray to God; religion was new to me, the idea of faith felt foreign. Despite all the mentioning of God, it felt like in this level of my life I was meant to learn to walk alone. Maybe I needed to stop questioning if there was a God, and more if God was walking with me right then.Read More
…. is dead.
There is something wrong here. There is something wrong with assigning an attribute to a lifeless figure. More than that, there is something wrong with death in the form of an adjective, it suggests that said entity is still burdened by the restriction of characterization. What are they characterized by, exactly, other than the state of being not-here anymore? Of being the other, the somewhere else, the uncomfortably foreign? Isn’t it enough that every person has to battle adjectives throughout their entire lives? Hell knows I do.Read More