Jodainislame
Stories had been told for generations, each child knowing exactly the same as the next, a brave hero who could face any odds in the name of all that's good and right. He had once thought himself such a legend, his ideals were in the right place however his execution took away any such grandeur. But the smaller man, robed in tatters and unfamiliar with kindness knew better than most what the word truly meant.
Water droplets sprayed in every direction, taking on the magic of the full moon's light. He'd seen an angel just earlier in the day yet it was at night when that angel took his heart, unbeknownst to the holy being.
The rope creaked like breaking wood as the meaty hands pulled on either side. Teeth gritting and cracking alongside the rope below, however the duet fell on deaf ears. He had only one thing in mind.
The past twelves years has lost thousands of hours, some vacant overnight, but many of them stood true. Creativity all focused on something that truly doesn't matter, but damn it feels good.
Teeth gritted in frustration, a bitter cold seeping into skin then muscle and finally bone. The shivering didn't help half numb fingers pulling and tugging on the small flap of metal, zipper firmly stuck in place.
Little canary balanced so perfectly on a thin branch, song whistling as it looks around. It will flit from one place to the next in search of a happiness befitting it's color.
It seems times never change, always daydreaming from windowsills while sitting comfortably in a space all my own. Though now it all feels so much more peaceful, so quiet and serene where thoughts have no dead ends and dreams live on forever.
One of my dearest friends in youth who would hug my wrist as I traversed adolesence still hangs by my side though not as attached. Your family has stuck through the years, growing once or twice, and they watch from above as we now traverse a new age.
She would slurp unapologetically, chopsticks moving as fast as they could for the broth was best served hot. Every bite was a cacophony of flavor and she never wanted it to end.
There was a glow on the horizon, soft red pervaded the black sky, diamonds watching on. Fear lay in the hearts of many but for those of us on the outside it was a sight to behold.
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