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redface Fooka redface I'll figgure it out eventually. Maybe you will too. Well here it is. Ref! This ball bame is unfaire! This is pool you idiot stare oh...eheheheh blaugh stressed sweatdrop
What is it beneath our own human hearts that drives us to do the things we do? Say as we do? Act as we do? The miracle that is life is all but vanished in the wake of our violence. We are mad. Indigo lunacy stains us, claims us, and binds us to our neverending faults. Greed, turmoil, distrust, mutiny. These are the words we teach our children? Where is love, and kindness, forgiving? Are those sisters in abandonment of us? Blind, so much sorrow, and we are blind. So that when the darkness falls, we are completely and utterly helpless. In the midst of that night, some may find a faint glow. And they will race for it, only to find it being light reverberating off from another direction. Is all this a dream? A hopless dream? If so then this is no dream. This is a nightmare. I live for the day to see it end. But there is a real light, away from all the falsities of illusion. When I see it I hope to stare at it as I never could the sun. Sol if you will. I hope to sit there and bask in its radiance, knowing that this is the light that saves. This is the light that melts the ice on my heart and warms my nightmare out of winter and into spring. But as much as I may yern for that light. I cannot have it. Not untill I have learned, and suffered this world. I live in reality. I live in hell. But I still live, I can't give up. Not yet, not now. There are still things, no matter how hard I ignore them, that must be done. Have to be done. I have to live this wretched world through to the end. To watch as the ones I love the most grow old and die. That is the future. Death. In a singular summary. Exactly that. An end, which would seem without meaning if not for those left behind. So I will live, for now. For the children I might have, for the people I might meet and have met. For those stronger and weaker than me. More intelligent and less than I. For everyone, and everything. Because some things, like the future, I cannot predict. My views may change. Then they may not. But the point is in the excitment of finding out if they will. What will happen to change that? When and why. A mystery is such a beautiful thing because it is the unknown. As much as the unknown is often feared. I prefer the suspense, which, without, life would be so boring. Don't you think? There is no end for me. I will always live on. Not when the world stops turning will I cease. Not when the sun dies. I live. I breath eternity. I am eternity. I am the galaxy and a grain of sand. An electron and the universe. I am, simply because I am. And for now that'll do.
Looky! arrow Seeseesee? mrgreen mrgreen mrgreen eh, erkers, bysies! Crazy as always.
-Angela
Kalienne · Tue Aug 09, 2005 @ 03:41am · 0 Comments |
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