Author has written 9 stories for Powerpuff Girls, Misc. Games, Dark Cloud, Cyberchase, My Life as a Teenage Robot, WordGirl, and Skullgirls.
11/4/2016: It's been long. So long. A decade. A long, largely confusing decade. One wherein I have wasted much, and one wherein I have lost touch with so much that I love. I am so sorry. I am sorry.
I have, however, experienced something. Something strange. A restoration of hope. Sparse glimmers of hope that I am not lesser, or at least that all that was, still can be. That what I have lost, is not lost.
This includes literary capacity. I have been out of practice. I have allowed myself to lose much and be rended.
I want to start again. I want to try once more to write as I once did. To draw as I once did. To think as I once did.
Let there be a chance. Let there be hope. That I might yet rediscover the long-obscured temple. To step in. And let the stones and the bricks, through subtle therapies, restore themselves to their most sincere glory.
Choice, thou most loved virtue, how I miss to know your name! To feel the pull of this or that; and have hand upon the frame.
Oh, memory, thou greatest being, let me know you are not lost. Let your glimmers, small and great, lead thither to your haus.
Let the inner reigns restore, a thing I used to know; to join with prior, loved virtue, to ordain the sials' tow.
Let me know once more, my mind, the joy of your infinite growth; to learn forever truths and logs, and with each learned burden float.
Let these be my first requests, my lost to yet be sought. All the others I may reset myself, like a stone upon bedrock.
The words I type, let be concluded here; at midnight sharp of 5; let these be the first to be known of the legion for my life.
Poem concluded at 12:01 AM, 11/5/2016. It would have been 12:00 AM sharp if I hadn't hesitated on the word "midnight".
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