They’re all afraid of me. I feel it. I see it in the way they stop talking when I walk through the door. The way they look at me out of the corners of their eyes the entire time. The audible sigh of relief when I leave the room. All of them are like me, … Continue reading Diary of a Superhuman
A cold and stony fortress Stands molding in the forest
Through life and death And every breath
They’re coming. The only thing in his mind. The only thing he seemed sure of anymore.