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?

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

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.