emrys ; district eight ; cb/wip

e m r y s

I remember nothing but the repetitions of myself. For as long as I can remember I am repetition and nothing more. That was until the day that I found Wonderland. I never found it as such, it was more a path of confirmed results. My parents dropped me here; their faces are no more echoes in my head as the sound of my heartbeat in that split second that follows the pump-- forgotten. I have these books you see, and they draw all the important stuff in life, like all the little words that come tumbling out of my mouth; that only ever happens if I'm nervous, but when am I ever not nervous? It's very rare that I'm not, even when the only company that I find myself in is just my own. After all, silence in something that I barely ever get, so I never miss it. I never let myself miss is. It's something that I wish that I never forgot that I loved.