LostCaptain

To you, my past self, I write: Do you recall those dreams ? Those Recurring Dreams that are many with you. In times of past, you would die. Albeit a hero, with a smile on your face, you would still fade. But those times have come to pass. These dreams now end with in a crowded room filled with countless loved ones; hailing me a hero, the walls shake with honest laughter. All this time I've been searching for something I had lost, but it has just recently dawned on me that it was never found to begin with. I now walk with pride, the road ahead looking brighter than ever before. I'm finally in control of my own life. To my past self. I

Even if it means letting other people talk me down, even if it means letting other people hurt me, even if it means dragging me to my own grave, I hope people understand I do it for the sake of others. This is a little selfish of a post but I want you all to know - I love all of you, you're all incredible and you don't know how much it means to me to be able to call you all friends. No matter who you are, it doesn't even matter if I know you, if you consider me a friend, I'm going to be grateful and do everything in my power to ensure that I can get you to smile at least once. My self-views, my self-respect, my self-anything - None of that m

To you, my past self, I write: Do you recall those dreams ? Those Recurring Dreams that are many with you. In times of past, you would die. Albeit a hero, with a smile on your face, you would still fade. But those times have come to pass. These dreams now end with in a crowded room filled with countless loved ones; hailing me a hero, the walls shake with honest laughter. All this time I've been searching for something I had lost, but it has just recently dawned on me that it was never found to begin with. I now walk with pride, the road ahead looking brighter than ever before. I'm finally in control of my own life. To my past self. I

Prologue There once existed a tree that grew from the ceiling of the world. Once upon a fabled memory, when the world was anew and darkness conquered, there existed a single flicker of light. This light was born from the darkness, a creature lurking in the void that had become sentient. This enigmatic being took the reins of the dying world and sought to bring order. With an unknown authority, he reached out and took a part of the darkness; with one hand, he formed the darkness into a cloak, and with another, planted a sapling of light upon the now empty patch. The sapling radiated with an all-powerful light that rooted within the darkness