Free Flowing Thoughts: Entries in the Journal of Xaeszelos Barakis

[Mournas]

This condition, the volatile instincts that I have begun to embrace.
This curse, a burden we bare.
For all the moments I have come to love, shall pass.
All the battles I wage for self preservation.
These atavistic traits that empower me.
Their frail psyche, condemned to the chains that bind them to the norm of society.

We are all convicts.
Convicts of virtue, and or convicts vice.
"We are meant to die, that's what makes anything about us matter."
I shall not be chained to this fate.
I shall not end up like the majority of my race; remnants of the past.
A ghost in this system of life and death.