peaceofthemoon

   I argue more often. Is it because I'm simply becoming more argumentative, or because I have more points to make? I don't know, but is my tongue so sharp that I must leave? I guess that I'm okay with that, I can do the things I'd always wanted to without restraint.  It's strange, how even though I speak more often, life has gotten quieter. I don't mind it, just makes me a bit bored. Even with knowledge all within my grip, I feel ignorant. Even though I'm learning, I feel no different. How tiring.  The cold weather sets in, I can feel it upon my bones and see it in the gathering of birds.

Time After Death: 46 min Location: Home Companion: Death        A young looking man passed through the hallway of his home. He was making his way to the living room. The small television sitting in the corner had been off and the fireplace had flames crackling, popping lively. Flames gossiping with each other as to why the blonde haired man whose company they had been in, abandoned the book he had been devoured by earlier.       A gray haired cat curled in a corner ears flicking at the slight sound the silver haired man’s footsteps made. The cat lifted its head when the blonde came into the room, walking briskly past the other. The