MERCIFUL
private daryl dixon.
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step.
;ooc. Moods been shit, but thank you to the flood of messages that were sent today. Each have now been replied to. Again, thank you. It was a nice thing to log on to. A majority of my activity will be lurking. however. I’m still tired and overall drained from earlier.