Self Known

via    Her words were like music to his ears. Yet when the words were exhaled, curling out likes puffs of fog, released with her breath, everything around him got hazy. Confusion is what he felt. Confusion because he has heard theses words before. From another.    She inhaled, ready to release the words again, but he turned, striding away into the fog her words created. She screamed for him. Pleaded in a pitiful manner of longing. She wished to move from her spot but with the fog already curling around her she knew she'd lose herself. She'd lose herself and possibly him too.    So she let him go. * * *    In this scene, the fog is a resemblance of the confusing chaos life decides to dish out to us. It clouds our vision, overtaking, curling around our bodies with long fingers, coaxing us to come closer. Some people think they're so smart, by avoiding it. They think they can just walk around the fog and avoid what hides behind it. But the smart people, they a

Inspirational nothings, my dear friends. Inspiration itself is nothing but what clicks in one's brain. If it clicks with them it may not click with you. But when inspiration comes it's like a tidal wave full of shining possibilities that won't end until your brain storming comes to a halt. Even as it stops, it's churning, still thinking, building up like music into this crescendo of what eventually evolves into your burst of creativity. It's like a cycle. Everything in life is like a cycle. thanks for reading. <3 xx Nicole Rose

via     D ark clouds swirled around the snow-capped peaks while the wind-whipped, stinging rain battered my face. It was that time again, when all of us shall be corralled into the one room we all dread, to be picked and chosen or left behind and lost. I mentally prayed that if he stayed behind, I'd stay with him, or maybe we'd both make it through. But luck hasn't been with us.    Luck was never with us.    Something sharp and hard hit my back and I sped up, moving into the center of the group, even though I suffered from a severe fear of suffocation within crowds. It was usually better to fear than to stick up for oneself, I learned. Especially in that time.    A door was opened up ahead, the light from inside the room that illuminated toward us made our futures seem promising and meaningful. But some of us wouldn't make it through the night and because of this we took hold of the bright lie, letting it warm us until were pushed away.    "One at