Drama like rats biting at my ear. I can hear them confiding in me their troubles, yet I am not willing to listen. I'm tired. So very tired of all their musings, *******, screaming, ranting. It's not that important, it stupid, silly ignorant. Life is so much more then this petty childish behavior from full grown adults. I am not a leader of a team, I am a babysitter. But here I am, ranting about them as they do others. Am I no better then they?

The sky's covered with a dark black beast, like a thick smoke it moved in from the east. The sun once shining, now hidden behind his back. A roar can be heard, its ready to attack. Streaks of fire branch outwards across the darkness. Screams can be heard as it's fire touches down, burring all to the ground.

Dear Hope,

Forget you...

How am I do that? You have been wrapped in my mind forever. My heart reaches for you. Your light guides me forward. So how would I forget you, especially now with the darkness crowding in.

                                                                                                 - Mark Strange