#unknown paths

[madcat-world]

Myre Vol 2: Unknown Paths - AlectorFencer

[tanyaluca]

Flight to the Unknown...

[crazyologist]

Withering Souls

Trampled down misunderstood but still standing

I used to think that just standing was okay it meant I survived

But how do you survive a war when you run away from a battle?

Caught between the crossroads of being myself and being a better person

Shit gets so bad I have to decide whether I should be a good Christian or a 21st century woman

Misjudged so much I became my worst enemy

I'm always told of all the things I am from others perception it's like being kicked from so many different directions

Don't get me wrong I appreciate some fair critique because I know I'm flawed past imperfection

But I've come to realize the biggest mistake I've made is hold it in when I've been hurt

So many excuses I've given myself to rise above it however one cannot rise above truth

So here I am now lost beyond belief

Keeping my mouth shut instead of telling the painful truth but it's okay because silence is an answer too

Because of you ain't got nothing nice to say it ain't worth the thoughts right?

So how do I know how to express myself when so many chains are holding me back?

Oh mercy upon mercy why the guilt for these wild thoughts running amack in my mind? Lost in this darkness with my guilt ridden heart. When do I flow through nirvana and let these manacles break free? So many paths but none known so I forage through this self made cave on my own. Help me oh universe for peace I seek. Blessed are those who are found but I fear my battered soul no longer has a home all I wish for is that someone carve of this stone I was once into a resemblance of who I strive to be oh how I miss those days of cherished truth and humbling honesty. But to live in the past I cannot pleasure for growth I seek. Forging my way through the darkness as I seek to catch a glimpse of my broken withering soul. Smithereens just passing above me like a tease shattered by despair is my conscience. My withering soul is bound my withering soul I hope to find

[alwayswrongneverwrite-blog]

paths

Unknown paths through the forest,

twisting vines

unsettling

                uneasy

whispering trees

           cautious

careful

the path uncovered,

only by you

-alwayswrongneverwrite

[emilypenhallow]

Unknown Paths || Emily and Gideon

After she had been shown to the room that would be hers for a yet to be determined period of time, Emily had felt a wave of tiredness wash over her. She'd sunken down on the bed, and turned her gaze towards the massive wooden wardrobe, in front of which she had placed her trunk. She knew that she would have to unpack sooner or later. However, she had a feeling that when she had done that it would all be final, that there would be no going back. That wasn't true; it was already as final as it could get. But still, there was a voice in the back of her head convincing her that if everything was packed and ready to go, she was free to return home whenever she pleased. But the fact remained that by this time tomorrow, there would be no one there waiting for her. Her father would be well on his way to the other side of the world, and the rooms of her house would contain nothing but covered furniture and the memory of the lives they had lived there.

Being alone with her own thoughts tended to send Emily down paths she knew very well, and disliked just as much. Her mind would be filled with twice as many doubts, worries, and images of kind, blue eyes followed by blood on wooden floors. And the thoughts would not leave; they were there when she closed her eyes, and haunted her in her deepest sleep. Therefore she could not remain in the solitude of her room. She took off her dark blue coat, which she had been too tired to do at first, and placed it neatly on the bed. Her dress - which had originally been entirely the same colour as her coat - had taken a much more gray tone at the ends of the skirt from the mud and dust of the London streets. She did not think to change, but headed out in to the hallway.

The aimless wandering seemed to do her mind good. Her attention had instead begun to focus on the architectural details of the institute, and the hopes of maybe locating the library or training room which would surely keep her occupied. She decided that the library would be the best first detination, and immediately headed in the direction her mind told her to. But where she expected to find the doors that led to the library, she found nothing but a bare wall. This had not been the right way. Not from her room to the library in this institute. She turned around determinedly, and hoped that she hadn't gotten much too lost.