The ramblings of a gloriously interminable eighteen year old female. This blog may shelter terminological inexactitudes.
I'm a dauntless born seventh year at Torchwood, studying to be a shadowhunter, trying to escape the Enclave. I survived the Reichenbach Fall, a couple Dalek invasions, and the Delirium.
Now excuse me while I go to my mind palace and brace myself, because winter is coming.
The Epoch
The stark page glares up at me
as the pale lines of blue lie empty.
The paper remains smooth,
its surface unbroken.
Words serried in consciousness
unable to cascade
from the pen perched above.
Waiting.
Anticipating the vast transformation
emerging on the horizon.
