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Meeeeh. A long rant. Probably the beginning of a fanfiction. |
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<center> The wind blew stealthily over the deserted remains of the village. The trees cried for the living, mourned for the dead. The living had it worse. Their wounds left them crying for mercy, screaming to all the gods, to save thier lives, or end their misery. Either one, the survivors wouldn't last for long. The dead were strewn carelessly across the village. The grass wasn't greener on the other side, either. It was covered in blood, tained with hatrid. Hatrid for the one that killed them. Hate for the deaths they had experienced. Hate was like poison. It could drive you to do anything, no matter how foolish it semmed a time ago. Like killing your best friends. Love, jealousy, hopelessness, sadness, tragedy, these are all emotions that we must each feel. It is up to us how long we must feel them, though. But sometimes what we want, what we desire, what we need, differs. It is each to his own. Some people desire these feelings. Either they know no other way to live, or are accustomed to such a life. Lives filled with hate. But if you aren't accustomed to this, and have tried every possible aspect to escape these feelings, knowing that we would regret feeling them, or following the path these feelings force you to take. Knowing from experience, knowing from love. Now, wasn't that a quick conversion? We went from death to life, hate to love. If you mention one, no matter how much you force yourself to avoid it, ignore it, it will sneak into your mind. Life is filled with death. Death of a body, death of a soul. Death of your loved one. And you would hate the one who killed that soul, that beautiful person so close to you. Who stole their life away. And we did it again. We mentioned all of the covered subjects.Do you see? No matter how you think of it, they come together. If you dare to venture into love, hate will loom over you, waiting to suffocate the good feelings that fill your life. And there's one more to include. Fear. There are so many catagories this files into, that it isn't even logical to try and name them all. Fear of death is most popular. Fear of killing is there as well. .....To Be Continued......</center> Kuwah! It had no thought. Sorry if it is not interesting, or...s**t. Yeah. Also, if there's bad spelling, I don't bother to read them over. Feel free to add to it, but give credit to me, and post the link in my comments. Yeh. Kya. What do you think, should I continue?
[s u n s h i n e] · Thu May 12, 2005 @ 12:30am · 1 Comments |
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