The Raven Prince

Son of a dream and son of a dreamer. Unbowed, unbent, unbroken. This is just a place where I can put what's on my mind. I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt. Elven prince. Who we are, and who he need to be to survive are two very different things. The fault is not in our stars, but in ourselves. The real violence, the violence that I realized was unforgivable, is the violence that we do to ourselves when we’re too afraid to be who we really are. Reality was never enough, there was need of magic. “The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”