nightshadow744
nourishment is good for everyone, it's good for plants and people and comes from the sun. that's the physical nourishment though. sometimes you need your soul to be nourished and that kind of thing only comes from people, from love, from support. that's something that only happens with people you love and trust and who love and trust you. it nourishes your soul. is your soul nourished?
An empty slate of endless possibilites...she peered at it fearfully around the corner of the freshly painted door. Everything here felt new, foreign, unknown. She didn't know why she had signed up for this job in the first place. But they needed the money and this was the only way. Besides, it might not be that bad...that chalkboard was an empty canvas of the future.
Remember the lost, remember the fallen, remember the wounded. Remember the forgotten. Remember the remembered, because they are forgetting themselves.
I am forgetting myself
I want to remember everything again.
Before everything happened
And didn't happen
I am slipping away.
Spinning wildly, the numbers illuminated the dim and dusty corridor. Hushed murmers filled the humid air.
"Are you sure this thing works?"
The sound of gears turning, and switches being flipped.
"Guess we'll have to find out."
Cold, heartless, merciless. Their black beady eyes stare me down. I stare back, hoping I seem imposing. It doesn't seem so, however. Suddenly, a voice like fingernails on a chalkboard cuts through the deafening silence.
"Fleet 7A9, move out"
And they start coming forward...
And the blackness takes over once again.
The simple, sweet, soothing melody fills my veins, a bright soul filled light shines from above. This is what music is all about. The pure, clear, sound is all that you need, a beacon of hope among the rap filled, trashy lyrics that pound through the speakers of teenagers.
He needed to feel it coursing through his veins. The sensation of liquid fire flowing through his body...it was what made the world go round. It was what he needed, what he craved, what he yearned for...
And it was there, all there, all there. He could have stood in front of its glory for ages. And for a while, it seemed like he did. The sheer brilliance of it radiated like the sun, times a thousand. After all that work, all that stress, all that fear, it was finally right there. For a while, everything seemed perfect. And that's when the explosion happened.
The prices were rising, sky-rocketing, richoteing through the roof. He sat on his majestic throne and watched, the rush of power flowing to his brain. He had it all. Everything he had worked to gain was now his. He let out a maniacal burst of laughter, the true weight of his success not yet beginning to dawn on him.
His whole appearance was severe, to tell the truth. The curve of his face, the part in his hair. His cold, black, unfeeling eyes. You knew that his soul would be the same: heartless, and unhelpful.
All of this came to me while I dangled over the edge, him not lifting a finger in assistance
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