Name:Matt Country:United States State:California Birthday:6/10/1987 Gender:Male
Interests:Writing, hitting things, robots, and hanging out
(especially with Nikki)
Expertise:Martial arts, and advice
Occupation:Consulting Industry:Nonprofit
Inspiration is so hard to find. I need to cure myself of this damn writer's block. I'm aching to write something good, but every idea i have is crap. Mind! Why aren't you cooperating with Imagination? Get Creativity in here and get back to work!
Walking along the highway... sky is dark and gray Lost the map years ago... going his own way And as he's turning 'round the corner And as he's walking 'long the roadside He learns there's no way he can find it Because there's nothing to find But he's still....
Walking... all alone Don't know who he is Don't know where he can go Walking...on his own Lost who he was, Doesn't know where he can go now
Running down the alleys... the side streets are his home Scaring others away from him... the backstreets are his home But he can climb up all the drainpipes And he can live over the rooftops Every one is asleep in their beds But he just can't settle down He's still...
Walking... all alone Don't know who he is Don't know where he can go Walking...on his own Lost who he was, Doesn't know where he can go now
And the moon's fading to black He knows there's no turning back It's not that he's forced to go away He's just got no reason to stay So he's...
Walking... all alone Don't know who he is Don't know where he can go Walking...on his own Lost who he was, Doesn't know where he can go now....
It's not that he's forced to go away He's just got no reason to stay
okay, i know people are going to ask me "are you ok?" again because of this, but i assure you all, i'm fine. i just got creative. thank you
I saw him standing there. Staring through the slits in his mask, bloodred eyes boring through my soul. His face covered by black wraps, darker than a midnight sky. His black, flowing robes hide the body of the creature. His unnatural grace hides his movements; not walking but gliding over the bloodsoaked ground. The arm slowly reaches behind him, and when it returns, the bloodstained dagger is no longer concealed. A light flashes, reflected from the steel blade, and a swift movement follows it...
sounds cryptic, but it came to me and i just wrote it down. i think it's cool
