The Stranger Who Came and Went by mrHighway, literature
Literature
The Stranger Who Came and Went
Children, playing on the fringes of the city, were the first to see him. Near the river surrounding the town, where the school children would often play, they saw the small dot against the perfection of the morning's firmament. The children played their games, always remembering to be careful around the shallow water. His silhouette became more apparent, something like a monolith bringing with it a wave of the truly unknown, as he approached the lone rickety bridge.
The bridge creaks and slowly cracks under his steps. This architecture spans the river allowing anyone to pass. The bridge was not always there. A few years ago the river was lef
The Banister and the Dream by mrHighway, literature
Literature
The Banister and the Dream
We all have had those types of dreams, haven't we? Those dreams we have, which feel so real that they extend beyond the boundaries of our comprehension. You wake up, gradually, in wrapped confusion. The dream, it felt so real. You rise, softly swearing to yourself that the dream did happen, or could possibly happen. It resides, with great gravity on the electrical channels of your mind, almost as real as a memory. It could be a memory or it could be a premonition, which, after all, is nothing more than a recollection for the future.
We all have had those types of dreams, haven't we? I sure as Hell know I have. Despite popular belief, I was o
I had a dream the other night.
Memories like a rising river flooded me,
And a face from long before greeted me
I held my breath and braced for the force.
But, I lost my footing and forgot where I stood
Lie to me, anything to make me feel good.
I know it is a lie, but it is the intention which matters.
Or, don't lie to me, I don't much care.
Try not to hurt me, tell me only the truth.
As for me, I sleep in the lies, I live in the truth.
It is a good life, I must say.
Please, feel free to dance away the day.
Play forever, laugh and sing.
Work double, since I will not be joining.
I would much rather sit at my window, thinking.
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Current Residence: Here and nowhere else Favourite genre of music: Mainly classic rock, irish, and J-rock Personal Quote: I used to live on the edge, until I got bored of the view
Normally I am not one of those few whom make resolutions for the new year. This is mainly in part because I can never found something about me which I would like to change. Though this year I have decided to make my resolution that I will become a little more active in deviantart. I should probably start drawing some more.
I update, though I am positive that no one will read this. Well who cares? My actions do not justify any sense of reason.
Once again I don't have much to say other than I submitted my firts literary work, and that there will be more to come in the near future.
It has been awhile since I have done anything, so I felt that it was time to do something.
I know I haven't said alot, but that is only because I don't have much to say at the moment. Who knows? Maybe more in a little bit. I have been thinking about taking dA a little more serious.