47,484 words and counting, wow and to think I hate writing. I want to find rest I have an uneasy day ahead of me so I will end this brief whatever you take it as with a few twists and turns like the making of Harry Potter or The Lord of the Rings (who is The Lord of the Rings anyway and why doesn’t Tom Riddle get his own movie?)
I have always made a silent pushing force to what I should find meaning in or rather what my heart feels at ease doing, I have never found it, I thought music would do it but you know how that goes. I’m forever changing like the clouds; they never really stay the same (where have you ever seen the same cloud?).
My brothers all...