Honestly, I just came back from my twisted world and such (really busy), and I really am confused why the rps escalated...................90%. Or whatever percent, higher than usual. So, since farewell to the others who left Pimd, they have their reasons and with due respect, I thought about it to. But if any of you remember me, that's great. I only talked to a few people since no one recognizes me, so I'm going to do a story! Yay! Hope it lasts, I will urge to spread as many as I can, and hopefully, it will go at least what it feels like a month or two ago when I came back on. So I feel as if I shall be doing short stories that can go to books, but let's just see how they will go. HELLO EVERYONE TO ANYONE WHO REMEMBERS ME! If collaborations are wanted, just go on my wall, and with any other questions, post on my wall, or here, if you feel you need to share anything, I will be mostly here. Plus, honestly, you can feel free to share anything you want about what's going on, I would always like to hear your thoughts, and sort out some complaints if I can. The fire warmed me up inside as the fireplace was close to me as I knitted my fleece jacket my mother had requested for me to make. I guess all things start out with a spark, but you wonder where it comes from. Courage? Bravery? Magic? I have no clue, but ones thing for sure, I can try to stay positive in a way I can't imagine, and the life I will strife for, after being in such a state where my career of acting came to a stand, because of that horrible accident, I can't know how to explain how to feel the pain, and how to explain it. I guess when a spark dies, there is enough ash left, to bring and avenge yourself into a stronger being, and of gives me hope to do so, and not stay trapped at home, knitting and not wanting to explore for the last 7 years. Fire is the element, but one can only find out with a spark.