Pieces of Me Introit

[ellyssian]

No direction
I'm scattered in the breeze
Living on memories

Fates Warning - Pieces of Me

I've been thinking of doing something like this for a while now - Something of what? you're wondering, Way to start in the middle of a thought, without explaining yourself!, to which I reply, Exactly - so it's high time I actually start.

Everyone's got stories - even those that aren't worthy of becoming short stories, poems, or novels. Snippets, maybe, bits and pieces of thoughts or memories. Sometimes funny, sometimes witty, sometimes entertaining, sometimes incomplete and pointless. Most of them are true, even if time distorts them a bit. I make no bones about them depicting real and actual events with the accuracy of a Really Accurate Thing. Names are changed to protect the innocent and to dissuade the guilty from general nastiness - however, some nicknames aren't changed because to do so would be to change one nuance too many.

That's the Something of what?, and this is the start of it all.

Well, not really, as there's no story here, but it is an opening salvo of sorts. Stay tuned, and watch for the pieces of me tag.

All that I remember now
Are people and shadows

Fates Warning - Pieces of Me