the-sin-collector

Every part of life changes with every breath we take. If you don__ like where your story is headin_, you fight your fate with everything you have.

I thought I saw my entire future once, every moment of it, until the day of my death. I spent it in her arms. Then after twenty years, she left.

I was sick of the body count that existed around my family. It seemed statistically that eventually the body count would include my family.

Her name is Emmilina. She is quite eccentric and was Thomas__ best friend.

I screeched with frustration, which in hindsight is never okay when there are people trying to kill you.

After everything, you still want to believe that love prevails, that in the end there will be justice. That is an illusion, and I pity you.

For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn like glowing embers. My heart is blighted and withered like grass; I forget to eat my food. In my distress, I groan aloud and am reduced to skin and bones. I am like a desert owl, like an owl among the ruins.~Psalm 102 NIV Bible