And in hate he was consumed, until there was nothing beyond nothing, of why he was. Void of everything, in the infinite shades of a man's heart, infinite, only as time would make him, cold, only as time would leave him.
I'm a quixotic idealist that's readjusting to the reality of the world around him. An aesthetic at heart, willing to not shower a week at a time to go camping, exploring, hiking, etc. I love food, poker, and anything that can be turned into a competition.