What I was

November 12, 2017 by Patrick Starks 

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Part II

It had now been seven years since the sand of the battlefield streamed between gaps of my toes. And I was happy, but a part of me was still lost from that day. There were still things that I needed to know, to understand—what I was, and what I am now. I now wielded the power of Winter and Fall; sadly Spring as well, as it was revealed earlier on that his envy and greed would be the cause of his death; to think a child could do so much still baffles me today. Continue reading “What I was”

What I was

September 3, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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I wasn’t always like this. I used to be free, I used to be graceful, yet grateful of this life—especially when I was amongst the others. People today would call it conformity, but it wasn’t it all like that—we were a family. We gathered food together, we traveled together, we played together, and most of the time, laughed together—it was truly an artistic life, one that I never wished the paintbrush to leave. Continue reading “What I was”