Until Now

And Today We Live










Monday, October 23, 2006 / 5:51 AM


She broke my promise
Not my promise
Her promise

She bloody broke it...



In the storm comes the calm
So there was this spark. And the spark was alone. It had no where to go, no where to hide. It shuddered at the thought of non-existence and clenched it's core in sick anticipation of nothing. Red and fleeting by each passing second, it turned blue. Now, it had something to burn for, to live again.