draconianangel05

I realized through a series of months and years the intricacies of the night. The power of a series of unexplainable, perhaps pre-determined finales that culminated in a life I understood to be my own. I took those nights as flickering and finite representations of me and what I had and hadn’t done. The choices that made me who I am, and who I might have been had things turned out differently. My life was a moment, a sentence, a story that might be unoriginal but not lacking in sincerity and authenticity. That my world was visible to me only as far as I could see and that for the greater part I was blind to it. I lived a series of cliché’s, but I made magic in them. My great triumphs are small to the world. I acknowledge I am not a grand traveler. Homer will not write me an anthem or epic poem, and perhaps the world will forget my name a hundred years from now save for the granite I am entombed upon.

So I will be my own Homer, I will write what others know, but perhaps do not understand. I will be the author for myself, and for my brother who cannot write his own. I will weave a tapestry of sensation for what has come and gone before I forget it completely. I will speak the truth and honor it in an age where courage and honor are a foreign concept. I will be selfish, and I will be cruel, jealous, and hopeful. I will convey with a deep abandonment and sincerity, and I will be coarse. I will take the twilight hours, the moments right before you fall asleep at night, and I will fling them into the world with passion and zeal. These are the dead hours; these are the thunder nights of my life

Current Residence: San Antonio, Texas
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