INKWEAVER

Weaving in and out of ones lives, through the use of my pen, and a simple piece of paper

I dreamed very strange things, an adventure that traveled through highschool, dark forrests and dangerous places, it all boiled down to kinda epic conflicts. Voldemort was there and he was the second in command to this unpredictable cruel and terryifying creature of a man, his face was made of bone spikes and he wore black that made Voldemort only look gray, and they manipulated eachother and so did all the others andq it reminded me of how evil can exist and work together, its like a fire trying to put out another fire. Interesting dream but yet some how enjoyable.  

9 months ago