Desires

What are my dreams?

[littlekingbergara]

(real) (sorry).

[introvertedlifeafterlife]

The Imposter

The feeling of being an imposter is dreadful. All your accomplishment and success mean nothing. Left to the inquires of your own mind. Fighting this dreadful feeling and failing to win. Need I say more.

Let me win for once. Should you let me win I will still be filled with this dreadful feeling.

Who should I fight the imposter or my own mind?

[introvertedlifeafterlife]

The Breath of Death

How is it that time has brought forth my desire to come to an end? How curl is life? I was at the top of the mountain now; I have hit rock bottom. Does Death have a grasp on my life? Am I willingly given up?

[introvertedlifeafterlife]

Jiang Cheng Chances

"Jiang Cheng." a voice whispered.

Frantically Jiang Cheng searched for the voice. The room was dark with only a slither of light from the moon.

"Jiang Cheng, help."

Jiang Cheng turned to the voice; it seemed to be coming from the outside. Jiang Cheng rushed towards the door. He tried to open them, but they remained closed.

More voices called out for help. Jiang Cheng desperately pushed at the door, hoping that it would budge.

Screams of agony reached his ears. No matter how much he tried, the door would not budge. Everyone is suffering because of him.

The voices grew in volume; children, elders, and adults' voices interlaced with one another. Accusation and insults floated to his ear.

Jiang Cheng cried out in frustration. He pushed and pulled, but no matter how much he tried, his efforts remained in vain.

The voices grew deafening in volume. Jiang Cheng covered his ears, trying to shut out the voices. Desperately, Jiang Cheng closed his eyes, wished for this to end.

When Jiang Cheng opens his eyes, it was to the sight of his ceiling. Jiang Cheng hears movements throughout the sect. It is another day for Jiang Cheng to be the fearless leader.

[introvertedlifeafterlife]

Jiang Cheng is my spirt character

Jiang Cheng: *drops iced coffee*

Jiang Cheng: I’m so sick of fucking living.

[introvertedlifeafterlife]

The breath of life

Now is my chance to reintegrate the life I have chosen. Death has awaited for my arrival in the past. Now that I have slip through death grasp it is time for me to continue to live on. Oh the will of life is slowly simmering down to nothingness.