Hum-ho, so I haven't been keeping up with the weekly thing at all; I haven't gotten an opportunity to start, really. Either way, I'm very muchly excited to seeing you, and you really must get into contact so we can organise things; otherwise we might miss each other by a few metres, and let me tell you, I won't be happy about that...
So recently, I just had short bouts of inspiration, and really came up with three miniscule paragraphs. I'm not proud of them, per say, but this blog is getting stale. *poke*
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I'll wait for you, that you should know; should be able to hear the truth throbbing through your entire being. Whatever happens, in this twisted world of ours, I'll always return to your arms; warm and inviting. Your arms which will caress me with such adoration that I won't be able to help but to fall in love with you all over again. And each time, I fall harder and harder, which scares me because one day, you may decide that this world is itoo much for you; too much corruption, no civilisation. You were never fond of the country life; now that we've been forced into this ordeal, I fear that you will just give up.
Don't give up. You're the reason I live, the reason to why I breathe, my blood pumping in nothing but love. I exist for you, because of you.
And one day, I promise that we will meet again. Through the trials of hell and desperation, I don't care if you've been turned into a bloodthirsty monster, I will find a way to bring you back.
That's a promise.
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"I don't think you understand," he said to me, reaching out to my quivering form on the bed, "once you even think about it; you're diagnosed. Why do you refuse to get help?"
I shake my head, thinking about all my urges, and my moments of weaknesses where I had foolishly opened up to him; my thoughts, terrifying and all-too-real.
"In the retrospective of this world, my problems mean nothing." I mumble, the pillow muffling my voice as I wonder whether it would be easier to suffocate myself or...
He poked me, smiling, a touch of sadness kissing his face as he watched me curl tighter into a further compact ball, "You're the world to me." And I knew it was true. We might not have been the best of friends, but we were each other's most trusted people within the world.
Sitting up and glaring at him, with quickly filling eyes. "Tell that to the people of the world; who die; who starve; who lose family. Me, one person, I don't matter to them. Whatever happens to me doesn't affect them. I sit here, pitying myself when so close to home, people are dying because they don't have the same luxuries; don't you think I know it's stupid to feel this way? And yet, I can't help but do. Solve the world's problems before telling that mine are improtant; save a million lives as opposed to just mine!" I finish, screaming and immediately am gathered up in his arms as he cradles me gently, murmuring apologies into my sorry form.
"Then together, with support from everyone you love, and who love you back, we will do that. Yet, instead of saving only a million lives; we'll save a million and one." Here he poked my nose, causing my to narrow my swollen eyes at him, "Starting with you."
I sniff, pushing him away, settling under my covers.
How do you tell someone that it will be the last time you see them? How do you someone how much you love them but also how sorry you are for all the emotional turmoil that storms inside of you?
You don't. Death's a surprise; and a mighty fine one at that. Sometime's there no point in living. Each step is the same; nothing new or exciting being there. Each conversation is fake; pretending to be someone you're not so that friends are readily available.
But honestly. Forget about me.
Fix the world; and if I'm still here, we'll take all nations by storm, and everyone will be saved.
Healed. Replenished.
You'll be okay. We will all be okay.
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You're sitting there, pen poised gently over paper. Your face is crumpled as you scribble things down with an unsatiable fervour before tearing the pieces out and throwing them away.
What happened to your imagination? It used to be filled with exciting stories; diseases being tested on a human populace to a land where there is only water.
Now?
All that fills your head are sad stories; tales of real life. I bet you couldn't imagine or even describe a dragon if you tried anymore. Now all you can write about is emotions; rolling and swirling within you.
Are you sad? It's okay to be sad; it happens to everyone a lot. Existential crisises are the new fad in today's miserable society. The question that seems to be left is;
How long have you been sad?
Push away your despair; it's not good enough for you. Roar at it, forcing it to duck its head and cry. Give to it what it has given to you.
Write of dragons again, sparkling, magnificent creatures with golden honey eyes staring at you, lazily blinking.
Make the sadness kill itself; so that you never have to its face again. Do unto it as it has commited to you.
Live.
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Not my best pieces, like I said earlier.
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