Etrnl Storm

I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't exist, I shouldn't have her. I shouldn't have the life I have, yet I still live this life, I still exist and I still have her. Without her I would die, because there would be no reason to chaos, no life in living, and no color in the art of words. I am supposed to be dead, but I am not. I was born in 16th century France. I live in the 21st century, and I will cease to exist after the universe is long gone. I am powerful in many ways, but so weak in some. I walk down an alleyway and ponder my thoughts, If my mind was on paper, no one could read it, yet everyone would try to decipher it. A person can blend into the light just as well as the shadows, and light does not always equate to good, and evil does not always equate with the dark. Flowing through my mind, unread is the story, unopened is the door, and unexplored the cave. Not a vampire I am, but an immortal, in soul, body, and mind. I go to a school, I sit with the outcasts, and I get insulted by the popular people. I fall in love and I crash hard. A soul I have, contrary to belief. You may think I am insane, and you may be right. I write to release, to escape, and to face reality without cowering. Stories like mine are not interesting to anyone but the person who exists within.