I headed to bed as it got tardy, as always sleep was arduous even challenging might I add. The pouring rain availed me to fall into my irregular slumber, funny how as kids rain and thunder were as scary as a grotesque monster yet now that is no more, which is a brilliant proof of how flexible and changeable a human seems to be, the smallest details change and alter their minds, they reform depending on the circumstances neighboring them from misfortune. Do humans realize how sturdy and vigorous they are? The power the withhold is as mad as a hatter.
When they do realize and wake from the daze of such power, perhaps they will learn how to use such force, my wish is for said power to be contained by a pristine soul as having it with a corrupt one, may we never know how said person would do. Yet those vigorous souls have terror within them over the slightest of things as in heights and what not most of them fear the acrid darkness of the harsh night, how so? Perhaps the darkness is the unknown, humans are social creatures, and they are quite the explores they enjoy knowing the unknown. therefor the darkness of night reminds them of what is yet to be known to their eyes, the monsters that stay concealed within the bright morning sky appear at night, or so they think.
Humans are fascinating creatures as they survived decades of wars battle, natural disasters and what not yet the toughness fades away as they face their fears ,fears are a trick of the subconscious as you convince yourself with that fear you plant it within yourself ,more and more it grows ,yet that seed is a foxglove ,poisonous to yourself such as your hatred ,envy and hat goes along the lines of those ,the seed sinks and sinks growing and growing with every day it gets harder to remove such as the darkness within your mind you shall remove that rotten seed before it devours you whole leaving you a shell of the person you once were not knowing what to do as you have lost whatever control you had left .
I woke up the next day quit startled as I heard a deafening noise whom forced me to leave my room to check at what has happened of misfortune to my displeasing surprise what I have found was an old friend of mine,Cedric he is well built some even might call him tall his clot choice is questionable as its always is a shade of black his face oval is decorated with his bright tortilla brown eyes yet those eyes seem to glow honey yellow under sunlight ,his sharp jaw simplified by the impeccable lighting which lays above him a nose fitting his face and maleficent cheekbones .