aspyre
Vast, barren land, surrounding,
nothing more than heat dazed bugs for miles.
it sits alone,
withering
A mass of crazy people who all pretend to be different while truely being boring and predictably alike.
Something you gain when they throw you down and grind your face into the dirt.
The game.
Alive. Only alive. Alive but not living is where I am. It's where most of us are. We stumble along through life, only alive, only breathing, and doing but not living. They're used alot to describe the same concept, but in truth when you think about it they can be completely different... And right now I know I'm alive, but I don't know if I'm living.
She was carried out on the stretcher, her limp arm falling out from under the bloodstained blanket and dragging against the ground. Nobody stopped to tuck it back in, they just let that beautiful soft delicate flesh be marred the rough ground. I couldn't do anything, I could only watch, invisible, and wait. I was already dead, but she still had a chance.
The enemy of
a balance to
religion,
shatters the beautiful lies created to describe reality
explains incredible phenomenon
creates security
by obliteration of the unknown
paints the world in uniform colors
much unlike the ones
used by the imagination
of a creative mind run wild
She spun around once in the center of the cathedral, taking in the old rotting beams and dirt stained stone walls. In a way it was beautiful, with the light shining through the dirty, cracked, stain glass windows. Best of all it was all hers now, earlier that day she had signed the paper work that gave her official ownership of the decrepit, falling-appart-infront-of-your-very-eyes, building.
A switch is what I need. Switching, a perfect word for me today. I need something interesting, some sort of break in the monotony of my life. It would be nice to switch with someone else for a while, not for long, and just for fun. Anything good to break this monotony would be amazing.
The string slipped from my fingers and it floated up above my head. The wind blew it around for a few minuets, keeping it just above my head close enough for me to read the written words on it's surface. A prayer. A hope. A memory. I stared at it as it flew away with my best friends name on it and hoped maybe, just maybe it will find him and lead him back home. It was just a dream... but what's life without them?
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