Few there's to say about Tesalos... he was like a law...
You could try to understand it... maybe predict it sometimes...
But true to be told... once you found your destiny between it's maws...
You could do more but than accept it... and deal with it.

After each dawn... you planned... each word... each act...
you painted it on an invisble canvas... as a perfect work of theater... intact
and perfect...hoping never to find it in front of you...

After all... why not to think so? Why think that your life can turn to ashes in a glimpse? How to imagine a world without those you love?

How to complain about your world if you know no other? And yet... How to know another one if you are too afraid to leave behind what you love for the most?

There's nothing you can see beyond that...

At the right time... casuality shows you that if change already started... nevermind how fierce your will is.... or how many drugs you take... or to which god you pray to... not how far you run nor how well you hide...

Nothing can stop it.

This is what happens when your stylograph explodes and you refuse to quit your draw :(
Let me know what you think!! :D
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Coloring Pencils, stylographs