Change, it's not in the air, it is not about at all. It feels like I am simply waiting for the disregard, waiting to be listened to and understood but will never be heard as I am not shouting the loudest. I think perhaps if I wandered off into the wilderness then there would be no one there not to listen to me. Which is worse, being lonely when alone or lonely when surrounded by family.
So the story showed a world where many of the good things had not happened due to this battle between the immortals, the one who had stolen the flame of life for us and the one who wanted to punish her for the theft. But the thing the story didn't tell us was that a lot of bad things hadn't happened either. Yet it didn't matter, I hoped the heroes would help her escape the punishment.
My lot.
Now I have added to my collections by collecting a little over a dozen photos of painted...