Innocence
Purity
Fragile
Protected
Hope
Crushed under the foot of
He, who does not care
He, who leaves scars behind
He, who walks on
He, who doesn't look back
He, who focuses only on his pleasure, his goal
He, who does not cry for the trillium left dying in his wake
But I do.
Or I Give Myself Very Good Advice, But I Very Seldom Follow It. Echo lives in a basement apartment, walls softened with photos, posters and paintings--but only one of him, out of the way by the linen
Start with putting your ego on a longer leash; you can't let it go entirely--why write if not to tell yourself about yourself--but it mostly just gets in the way of getting anything done. Next, write.
The only mine I've ever known has been hard-fought, hard-won, all bloody knuckles and broken ribs, all set shoulders and subtle sneer-- won't take no for an answer, defiance the only way I know. It's