Fireflies

I have heard the most amaming song in the whole world and its called fireflies its by owl city. listen to it and you'll know what i'm talking about. there are no words that have enough warmth to even come close it this song. listen i know you'll love

Black Dusk story

The Soul Mill

oh the place of which i hide,

i find no peace there inside

my mind spins and raps around nothing

but yet i keep holding on to something

this place which i find my soul

my breath goes still

my skin grow ever old

i find no peace within this mill.

i had a name long ago, once i suppose. i have since forgotten which the name they had given me long ago. now days people just call me Black Dusk. one said it was for my hair because it is as black as a night without a moon or stars. dusk for the time i am first seen at. i do not like the sun for it bring such awefull thing. everthing bad that has happened to me as happen during the day. the night is all i need. it brings me peace of mind. i wake a little before dusk in my room by the river in the mill house. i go to the salloon for my dinner. no woman will go near me for they all say i am cursed. only the brave men come near me. my long velvet black hair catches every mans eye. the bar tender is the only one who will talk to me. he is a nice man who i am fond of. his mane is Issac. he makes me laugh ever so hard. he calls me black bell, for my voice reminds him of little bell rings.

I am

I am a person running from my own past. like many peoples it has demons in it. Well in my case one to many demons. I am a Refugee in my own house. I know that may sound a little crazy but its true. Things are not how they once were. I am older now. I do not like to stay indoors, but it is the only place where i am safe... from him.

I write to keep my mind at bay. I write to a person who i don't even know. Just one day out walking with my cousin, we saw people out in front of a house laughing. she wrote down the address and heard the name. Ever since then i write to Mr. Redtruck as i call. i never write about anything personal, just pure randomthings that come to mind. writing to him i have no fear. I don't see him, talk to him, touch him. I'm just hoping he'll never find me... and reading my letters. I plan on writing 100 of them. i guess that's what this whole thing is about just writing them. Well if anyone ever starts to reads this know that things get funny at time and...very sad at times. tonight i must write 2 letter for i forgot to send the one from last week so that one is no good any more.

LOVE,
PaulBrackSaint
P.S
Don't forget to laugh at everthing you do!