My mind is a book.
A book full of empty pages.
My life is a paintbrush.
A paintbrush ready to colour my empty space.
Where are my colours?
In my memories heart:
the rainbow of New York,
the grey of London,
the yellow of the Spanish sun,
the brownish of the African sand,
the blue of the Mediterranean Sea,
the green of the Canadian forests
and the breathe of the earth toning one shade into another.
Where is my paintbrush?
Into my everyday life,
Into my everyday fears,
Into my everyday dreams.
And my mind is a book,
A book full of colour pages.
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The Guardian Chapter V
Alexander left his Coming of Age ceremony with Cronos and the elders with as many new questions as he had answers for his old questions. Cronos had confirmed his suspicions were correct. Not only was there a link between the Beast Masters and the inhabitants of the Citadel, but it was the Citadel's fault that the Beast Masters existed in the first place. Instead of banishing the law breakers which allowed them to wreak havoc on the rest of humanity, the Citadel elders should have stripped them of their powers before they became too strong. Now Alexander would need to battle the Beast Masters and the Jikininki. It would be difficult for him to forgive the Citadel Elders because their poor decisions led to the deaths of his parents and more than half the planet's human population.
By Mark Gagnon3 days ago in Chapters
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