lapidistcubed
To bring together, never forget, and always remember everything that has ever meant so much meaning to you, so much meaning... It breaks your heart to think what life would possibly be like without this here, and the very thought actually somewhat scares you so deeply, scars you so very emotionally...
A sweet thing, breathing, that is. The scent of it, the feel of wind rushing down your throat, filling your lungs with life and purpose. A way of saying: "Ah, you belong here, you belong to live, to thrive and all."
She would not win. She would be forever trapped by the bars of society, restricting her from the outside world... Sometimes she'd gaze away into the distance, and wonder what she had been thinking, why she was so conceited, and why she had done as she had...
No one really knows why I feel so gone. The rain that scents the city fumes taps impatiently outside my window, and a steady beat of my heart sounds through machine. Not much longer do I have to experience this feeling, to be alive anymore.
Everything you can and cannot see, gone. Those you do not have this see what you don't, and you see what they can't. Life is much harder, yet so much more simple, so much more easy and happy. Nothing can compare, and nothing you would trade to get sight back.