Tristan5

She stood there in front of the grey building, hands fumbling with a lump in her pocket. A lump in her throat, her soul. She cried not for herself, but for the nameless and unknown. She was dripping wet. Like the tears of world, drops fell silently to the ground unnoticed. It was kerosene. It did nothing, it meant nothing. And inaudible song amongst the rage of thunder. And now it was over, she was over.

My Knight I: An Average Day It was my freshman year in college. There is something about that first semester which both excites and terrifies, but once you find yourself a place it goes away. I don't think I liked that concept, but there will always be something new to rekindle that feeling in the back on my mind. I am vacationing in Japan then Spain this summer, and am going to study abroad in Germany this fall, so I suppose that the felling will return. There is one felling I cherish above even that sense of adventure, love. Just as that feeling of adventure faded from my mind I was swept away in ecstasy with the feeling of love. It ha