nightmarecollector
Are you a mouse? Or something different? Are you a creature, or a measurement of science? Or maybe, you are a potentially unsightly blemish on someone's skin. I guess you are all of these things, mister mole. Truthfully, I just don't have much to say about you. My apologies.
Some people have it so well. Whether born with a silver spoon in their mouth, or whether they earned it, such a luxurious life is only ever granted to some, and the majority of them don't deserve it. They treat people like garbage in the process of accruing their wealth, and they deny it to any of their loved ones who might befit from it. They hoard, they deny, and they just earn more and more... but no amount of money could buy them forgiveness.
The costly drink that kills out planet.
The thirst for it is never quenched;
Our cars need evermore.
Keep drinking, keep drinking,
But don't ever expect to be satisfied.
Soon there will be no more.
Depression. Anxiety. It won't let us breathe, it tears us to pieces and we can only watch as helpless victims, while it ruins the people we love who suffer from it. With love though, we will make it through together. The thief will be brought to justice.
My bookshelf doesn't just hold books. It holds the memories of all the things that were happening in my life, as I read (and sometimes re-read) all the books contained there. There are also books I have yet to read, a sadly growing stack. What memories will come as I finally conquer these mysterious tomes? Perhaps you will add books to my shelf, and stories that will linger behind them.
I am feeling a strong thirst for my childhood. I feel my memories slipping away as I try to recall them. What was I like as a child? I am loosing my grip on my memories. Are there no more stories to tell?
If you are determined to fail, I am determined to make you succeed. I would catch you falling, but I'd rather lift you up before the descent begins. You deserve the clouds and the sunshine that covers their heads.
The internet, and technology, they make us all connected.. whether we actually want to be or not is irrelevant. Privacy is dying at the hands of social media. What is mine is mine alone... these words will never be true again as long as the internet connects us.
Let me tell you about my plans: I will be a published writer, I will one day complete my trilogy, and hopefully many other short stories and novels. The dream would be to be involved in a movie somehow, as well.
I am not especially aware of the galaxy. My relationship with it is cursory, at best. I nod at it in passing, sometimes... Mostly though, we exist in a parallel way, each running our course. Alone.
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