Shyla Schwickerath

“Cold as winter, strong as stone;
She faced the darkness all alone.
A silver goddess; a reflection.
A mirage; a recollection.
No return; no turning back.
The past is gone, the future, black.
Serpents gather in their nest,
And she stands above the rest.
Shadows hunt; she hunts the shadow.
The moon is risen; she stands below.
She views her world through the eyes of others.
Black and white; there are no colors,
As she looks down upon a shattered youth.
A shattered mirror shows a shattered truth.”
― Amelia Atwater-Rhodes

“We go through life in our little boxes until we find ourselves in the last one, buried in the ground.”
― Robert J. Crane, Alone

“If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow

“Yeah, well, if wishes were horses I wouldn’t need a ride home.”
― Robert J. Crane, Alone