Somber, with a hint of cinnamon

I realized broken heart-ted melodies make things seem so much more important. The Righteous are always tested and yes, sometimes failure seems inevitable. I have come to notice that all of my writings whether they be fiction or narrative venting are stories. Building themselves upon me, Into my own very real very mystical mythology. There is never really a moment when I am separated from my own mythos, for It is me in someways and I am it. That is not to say that My reality is super-ceded by it, however the mythos is superimposed on the real world, in a way that I've tried to write about but could never actually put into words. Well Sign off, Goodbye and all that. Ashe. And Good luck.