Illidan-stormrage

    It's twilight. The sun is snuggled safely beneath the horizon, but it continues to stain the bottom of an otherwise navy blue sky a vibrant orange. You would think that this celestial dance of contrasting colors would be a beautiful sight to behold, but... Today, it just feels wrong.    I'm in the back of my car, buried neck-deep in ice bags to keep me cold, gazing longingly out the window. The strange colors in the sky seem almost attention-starved and narcissistic, as they suck the depth out of the world around them, almost as if out of jealousy. So here I am, cramped in a silent sardine box careening down the blacktop at sixty-five m

    It's snowing.    I've always loved the snow. It's romantic, seeing this strange, white powder drifting from the sky, and gently turning the earth below into a watercolor world of pastel hues. There's nothing that warms a frozen heart more than the beauty of a cold winter day.    I'm never alone, here in my winter wonderland. It's always easy to make new friends. You just take a clump of snow, pack it into an oval shape, add some leaves for the ears and some berries for the eyes, and, ta-da! A cute little snow bunny!    I love those white little puffballs. They're my best friends. I know it's silly, but... I don't have anyone else, t

It's my belief that every man must go through at least one car crash in their life. There's no experience like understanding just how fragile the world is, how quickly a life can vanish. Hollywood's depiction of it takes away so much of it, their special effects slow-mo and their fancy explosions truly steal away from the meaning of it all. It's something you can only experience first-hand, that lightswitch instance where one minute you're going 40 through a residential area, and the next you're on the side of the road lying upside down in your chair and a door handle trying to enter your ribcage, with nothing, absolutely nothing between thes