Erie, however dark there is yet a shadow cast through the mire of what seems an impenetrable twilight, the obsidian is not forever for in the dawning hour the chrono trigger splits the lidless eye asunder with an ochre fire born a phoenix from earth's oil forlorn ashes.
Always remember who you are amidst the art, for in itself it is nothing save an image or a word, but how you project who you are, that is what makes it true art. Thus become what it is you desire to be and personify that! Never betray yourself. <3
I am the invisible nothing,Transcribing words on behalf of equality for others,Nothing is left for me when the day is done,Whoever I once was is lost,My ghost within asphyxiated to reunited hope in the hearts of the long lonely & lost!