Writing

If we get scared, they have us in their pockets.

If we don't, all they have is blood.

And blood is not a weapon. 

     There is something about her, thought the universe as it sat perched upon the cliff of infinity.

 Calm is the wind,

 Never a dull blemish,

 Calloused into the land.

“Blunt the sword”,

 Cried the makers of peace,

Inhale,

Begin to sigh,

Climbing a ridge.

Exhale,

Falling back down,

Crunching all the way.

This is the blurb for the book I'm writing and it's a little terrifying... The first book is called A Final Light

                        ~ Adelyn Grace

i can’t express how much i love theatre

but sometimes people don’t understand

understand that the world doesn’t solely revolve around this particular show