summerpoison
"Who needs common sense!", I yell, enraged.
"Well, humanity has found it useful so far.", she comments, way too calm. It makes me even angrier.
"I don't care about humanitiy!"
"Yes, I can see that."
She takes a sip from her coffee. Why isn't it getting under her skin? Nothing can phase her, it seems.
"I think you underestimate the severity of our little "paux pas"."
"You really think so?" Another little sip. She sounds so indifferent about it.
"Fuck you!", I try to yell again, but my anger is gone. She has this smirk on her lips that I hate so much, only because it means that she got me again.
Life is our hope for a future, life is our fear of disappointments, life is our love for the new adventures which await us every day. Given, that we live.
Faith had always been a big deal for me. To have faith in someone. To believe. It's hard to believe nowadays and it's hard to trust. I've always believed in people and I trust them not to disappoint me. How can they disappoint me when I have faith in them anyway?
Brisk sounds fast, fast and stubborn. A brisk brick. A risk. Like going through a wall, just with an idea.