Monster
However, the back of his mind gave into thought. what if it wasn't nothing? what if there was something in the house? of course not. it would be perfectly fine. what if it wasn't? don't you feel like there is something watching you?
The Human Race
I need to write this down, make these thoughts concrete before they disappear. i am sick of all the confusion and turmoil and suffering people have to endure because of the concept of race.
Getting Better
Nobody ever came to help him during these bouts of severe depression and suicidal thought.
Night-mirrors...
Night-mirrors... Many a day I stay away, into the depths of my imagination, but never seem to play Shadows dance around me as I struggle to see, it seems even in my dreams I fall asleep & wake somewhere I'd rather not be Often times, I awake...
Night thoughts - .2 - Because why not
Night thoughts - 2.
Night thoughts - 1. - Because why not
Night thoughts - 1. - because why not - distance has always been mostly time to me, eluding my grasp in everything but my dreams each night i've always been able to hold close those memories i wanted the most, enjoying fictional moments with eyes closed
Tip-see...
Tip-see... Mixed emotions go down like the finest of drinks Beyond the burn, it begins to turn how one thinks Slightly sideways, I let loose my darkest days Sipping slowly from the free from ambition & emotions past I hold close that feeling,...
Thoughts on Alternate Universes
That was a lot of thought, even for us!
Lost Within Thoughts...
#1 of lost within thoughts... lost within thoughts.... chapter one diary entry #187 why did everything seem to happen to me?
Thoughts Behind the Scales
I never thought much of ponies to begin with, but i have far more respect for them now. no wonder they're the dominant force in equestria.
Thoughts on chaos and order
No form or thought. when it comes to life, it is a unique balance of controlled chaos and cultivated order, keeping shape, and its own equilibrium.
Thoughts Chelonian: a poem
**thoughts chelonian** _by altivo overo (copyright 2017)_ ten hundred hundred times the wandering sun has darkened, vanished without trace, returned; and though my time grows short at least i know my life is writ in arcane symbols turned into th'enspiraled