TheCroissantThief

The moment we first open our eyes, we see a Colorful World. A Colorful World filled with a plethora of vibrant hues, radiating vitality from every pore. Fragrances that trigger euphoria from scent alone, drifting through the breeze. Melodies, dancing at the passing of dusk and singing to the coming of dawn. Potent flavors that vie for dominance over eager tongues. And touches that prickle the nerves, causing shivers of elation to ripple throughout wanting vessels. The shining brilliance of these sensations clash and engulf one another like raging storms during humid spring nights. So Powerful, So Inspiring, So Captivating, So... full of Life

Once upon a time, there lived an Emperor who had an obsession with clothes and all things regalia. So much was his obsession that he forwent his duties as Emperor to satisfy this unearthly hunger for grandeur. There came a year during his reign when plague and famine wracked the Empire. The citizens, ill and starved, approached their Emperor's castle gates and pleaded for guidance. Yet he dismissed them with a wave of his hand. This action sparked hatred within his people and whispers of his feeble mindedness found their way into every nook and cranny of the land. The Emperor, oblivious to his decreasing popularity, carried on in ignorant

Once Upon a Time, in a far, and distant land, there existed a nameless god. This god, due to being nameless, was neither revered nor worshipped. Well, being worshipped is everything to a god. The more a god is worshipped, the more powerful they become. Though nameless, this god was not unknown. As there was one who knew of him, one who befriended him, one who loved him. This one was mortal, a human to be exact. Knowing who and what the nameless god was didn't discourage or threaten the young man because the young man was the nameless god's only friend, and so too was the nameless god the young man's only friend. One day the young man decid

I am a Cog in the world of the clock. Turning in Almost perfect synch with the other cogs that move the world. But I am different I can tell and so can the others. It is not a good thing in fact it causes great strife for myself and for the others. I was created with an extra sprocket something I was not supposed to have this lead to mistakes mistakes I could not help make. "I am sorry. I am sorry." "It will not happen again." But it did happen again again and again. "I am sorry. I am sorry." "It will not happen again." I knew it would and so did the others. "Stop making mistakes!" They demanded. "I can not do so!" I

The hourglass he called it. Sands made of gold he claimed. The dreams of any and all he stated. Having the power to turn back Time he lied. Only a fool would listen. And only a fool I was. Now trapped within this glass prison, surrounded with gold, I feel nothing but sadness and pain. As I sit on this desert of riches, and look out at a sparkling sky most could only imagine, my patience grows weary, waiting for another as foolish as I to appear. For I know how I was trapped here. The sound of footsteps announced to me another's presence. Young and bold, naïve and greedy, he walked in strides, excitement gleaming in his eyes. The hour

The sun, towering over like a watchful sentinel, basked a golden wheat field, leeching away what little life was left with its deathly rays. Cloudless sky, only meant this torture would be prolonged for times to come. Slowly withering away, the crops created an ominous premonition of what was to come. A figure muttered a slight curse, as he wiped sweat from his brow. Bending down he plucked some wheat from the field, watching grimly as it crumbled from his touch. Sighing, he turned to his left, wondering how he would break the ill news. Striding forward he pursed his chapped lips in thought. Walking at a steady pace created an almost rhythm

You once told me that I had nothing to fear. For you were always by my side. You said Little one do not despair Because I am here with you. Always you told me Always. Why Why are you not by my side In my greatest hour of need? Why Why do you not answer my call No matter how much I plead? Why Why do you not comfort me As blood leaks from my lips? Why Why is your face so full of dread Under this lunar eclipse? Why Why do you forsake my cry After all you have done? Why Why do you abandon me To the oncoming sun? Why Why do you end me Under our treasured maple tree?

A place of reflection is the world in which I dwell. Sun never quite setting in this accursed cell. Breathless beauty to share with none. Watching it in silence is all that can be done. The sky or the ground they all look the same. No perception of direction the mirror  must be to blame. A place of reflection is the world in which I dwell. So fear not little one for I am already Undone.