thinking of the past wondering wat is to come love is a faulse state of reality going throught the decades seeing my friends get older and me staying the same liveing wit a curse that i was born wit looking for my mentor that left me to die fuucking lycans o well i say fucking coward for running and leaveing me for dead wen all they wanted was to talk never wanting this for myself but wat can i do
its times like this were i wish i could fly....into the sky and out of my mind....flying away from my life, soul, and wat ever comes at me....then i come crashing down as reality hits me.....o well thats the way life goes i guess
lost going down this path to the unknown the light i have that was so dim is now out for good there was a hint of it brightening for the smallest time but then out of no were it wen out i can feel the darkness closing in around me i know there is something waiting to get me as soon as that happens but wat idk im just hoping that this damn darkness hurrys up so i can know wat lies in store for me once it has fully consumed me
from here to there i go walking alone in the dark...a thought goes through my head "im home at last"...feelings have long gone from me...numb forever lost...but hey i at home now i safe for now...wilderness is my friend it helps me cope...but for how much longer...ive grown used to the smell of blood everywhere i go...dont really bother me feeding is ehh dont really want to be profiled as a movie vampire...but its the best source of strenght...feeding off the energy of things helps me live...staying in the shadows is wat i do u may see me but next time u look i will be gone...forever lost waiting for those who created me to come...but will they is the question that haunts me...dreams of my old mentors vivid but there cant tell who and how old they are...wondering why they left...being so close to death once i think they may have thought i was dead...being almost full health after many years of running from the hunters and others...why did they just leave me and not come find me after all these years...so much forgotten so much power lost...rage controled to a good manner... blood lust ehh i can deal not that bad like i said energy from around u...the question will always remain "will they ever come find me and help me remember"
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Are these radom thoughts or are you planning on writing a story? Seems you have a good start on one here even if from a personal perspective. This is how stories are created by putting yourself into them.
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