“I was running away again, but I wouldn’t leave alone. I picked option C: the unknown.” – Blood Crescent

It wasn’t that long ago that I yearned to be considered an author. Until I realized, the only thing stopping me was… me. I was the one. All it took was one word at a time. So once upon a word’s night dreary, I happenstance into a weary dream. It nagged at the underbelly of my conscience mind. Nag, Nag, Nagging at the corners of my brain. Those corners are difficult to reach, but in time I cleaned them out, one at a time.