CL is just a guy trying to find his way in the military after-life. His biggest mistake before joining to pursue the one thing he always wanted to do was, “what to do when you’ve outgrown that one thing and is no longer there for the identity?” Well, the identity, is in part this attempt? This website a the central hub connecting to some social, some blogs, some business endeavors and a prompt to keep my ass in gear and write.
Read Some Books
"Born in class upon a past I reflect Of a time twenty years ago. Where a family lost it’s life On a field of honor, Or was it death? Dark steaming realm of the yellow man, Crouched waiting to destroy a life, One not lived nor his own. There I died too. "
"Of something, which, when come, is not the same, but only like its forecast in men’s dreams, the longing, the delay, and the delight, sweeter for the delay; youth, hope, love, death, and disappointment which is also death, all these make up the sum of human life; a dream within a dream, a wind at night howling across the desert in despair, seeking for something lost, it cannot find."
"Excerpt from The Death of Dianne Oughton ~~~ For a moment she saw her world through the translucent eyelids of a bird, everything grey a moment before an instant of erupting color in verdant hues returned her to the family estate in Dwight where she loved being at the foot of a private lake below a bell-tower standing watch over her. As a child, she'd daydreamed herself a princess in it as swans at her feet pleaded her to cast bits of bread in her hand that always drew her from the bell tower dreams into reality back in a time when she didn't hate her family for the rich ground she stood on. She wanted to be the princess. She longed to be in the tower. Indeed, she did need rescuing from the fatal point, and the decision that stole her from the moment when the peaceful hues of her youth blended into what was only an explosive, searing white. "