Storyweaver

8点∀ Weaver of Story

String theory and the complexities thereof are intertwined within the fabric of all that exists. One day you'll see the leaves dance with the wind, some day you'll realize that the dust we kick up with our feet is connected with the earth that is on the other side of the planet. That day, you'll understand that one motion leads to another motion that creates another motion that stops or pushes forward with an emotion.

I find these strings everywhere I go now, I can play with people's hearts, their minds, their souls... of course, I seek for a good in this. I must take control of all the strings and be tangled in my own web if I want to maintain peace for all of eternity. No matter the sacrifice, even if I'm unhappy and everyone else finds the joy in living. I want to take these strings. I want to have good dreams and cause dreams that are good and grant nightmares to those who are of no worth that mess with MY strings.

A Boy with a doll is become the hand of GOD. The hand of God has claws that can cut through the hands of distortion.

Reconnect the strings, tie them in knots, rip them with your teeth, I decide where you end up now with the strings I am able to distribute or keep to myself.

Do I play an instrument to fix or to destroy? Will I find this same joy in forever being a slave to my own strings?

For this reason I'll leave my home.. —I will make myself every concept, every word, every idea, everything to live and die and I will forever maintain... Peace...

Unweave me. If you can...