Hey, life changes.

lying there in the molten darkness, what could i do? powerless, weak, the failure if my generation. unable to say what i felt or stick up for myself by saying the simple word. a word with so much power its scary. no. the most destructive, foundation word in the english language. where would humanity be without it? yet here i am unable to use it. i could feel a tension in the air. a thick smothering atmosphere that screamed "today is different." but i felt the same. the exact same, weak and powerless. how could i feel the same? who am i to try and understand? but when i felt a shifting in the dark, the black, slithering echo that i recognised as pure evil, i felt so very different. power coiled around my heart just waiting to be released into an epic battle of light versus dark. i dont know who would win. this isnt a film where the bad guy always loses. this is my life, my story. and a page was a about to turn, a the last chapter about to start. its almost finished now. and i can finally start with writin a new book.