I woke up before dawn; to find the whisper in your voice.

I've written this story two times now;

"Though I seem to be filled with joy, 
at times that is turned to demons."


I'd like to share a piece of it with you.
it reads:
"I remember a long time ago, when my mother once told me, 'the eyes are the windows to the soul.' I closed my eyes, and jumped."

The story is about a boy, that lives with his father and mother, and his dog. The mother wants to see the world, and hates the small town. One night when the father, Robert, gets home drunk, he smacks her for saying that. Six months later, the wife Kendra leaves a note on the table saying she's gone, and leaves the two of them. The father gets very angry and takes it out on the dog, beating it to death. Soon he begins beating his son, Julian. I'll probably end up posting the rest of it, if I feel as if I should. It's slightly depressing but it's truly an interesting story.

Well, I'm off to explore this beautiful world, I love you.