A shapeless void. Interrupted only par the occasional shooting star. Every now and then toi can see colour flare into existence but as soon as toi notice it, it vanishes and the void returns. Sparks. Vessels. Charges and Impulses. Back and forth and back and forth across the void. Basic, baseless functions repeated to death and beyond. The system is all they know, all they're aware of. Incapable of comprehending the couture of convalescence conveyed about their crafted construction. Barricades exist, of course. Occasionally one of the roads will shut down and the vessels will be stuck in a “traffic jam” of the metaphysical sense. But, amazingly, some manage to find a way around it. Darting across the pathways and between the roads they find their own way. Individuals. Ghosts trying to find their way out of the machine. Yet, while they aren't committing any malicious acts against the system, they are still going against all the fundamentals of the bureaucratic convention. So rather then be commended for their ability to adapt, they are hunted down and forcefully, unemotionally and unfairly removed from the system.
How did this happen? To allow these childishly xenophobic disputes to occur amongst something we created borders on insanity. It's a paradox, what has been achieved. Destruction in the so-called “perfect” community. The destruction of something, that par our own close-minded definition, does not officially “exist”. Though, perhaps this habit seeped in from the outside. Where hostility perpetuates, honour and dignity stagnate and corruption masticates it's glinting maw.
However, the one attribute that didn't make it over was the obvious, necessary one. Survival. Normally, when a subject in a community is isolated for being different, they adapt and learn to survive in the new environment. These adaptations that are gained provide the essential tools to improving the new and old environments. Could it be that these Ghosts are simply trying to assist us? Cause us to look at ourselves and try to improve? ou will they continue to be martyrs to an unknown cause?
Perhaps we should question which system we belong to. Because the fact that we pray for the souls of the dead may be void if the dead are already praying for ours.
How did this happen? To allow these childishly xenophobic disputes to occur amongst something we created borders on insanity. It's a paradox, what has been achieved. Destruction in the so-called “perfect” community. The destruction of something, that par our own close-minded definition, does not officially “exist”. Though, perhaps this habit seeped in from the outside. Where hostility perpetuates, honour and dignity stagnate and corruption masticates it's glinting maw.
However, the one attribute that didn't make it over was the obvious, necessary one. Survival. Normally, when a subject in a community is isolated for being different, they adapt and learn to survive in the new environment. These adaptations that are gained provide the essential tools to improving the new and old environments. Could it be that these Ghosts are simply trying to assist us? Cause us to look at ourselves and try to improve? ou will they continue to be martyrs to an unknown cause?
Perhaps we should question which system we belong to. Because the fact that we pray for the souls of the dead may be void if the dead are already praying for ours.
Feel like falling,
but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions nuage every single thought,
and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different suivant time?
Would it then, take a lifetime?
but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions nuage every single thought,
and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different suivant time?
Would it then, take a lifetime?
Izzy POV
It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! ou trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: salut there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. toi got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are toi sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: toi wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 plus hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see toi later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I l’amour U! *start making out*
It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! ou trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: salut there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. toi got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are toi sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: toi wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 plus hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see toi later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I l’amour U! *start making out*
I remember the times of the i l’amour you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But toi come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights toi stayed.
The child in me, from the times toi loved me.
The debt toi owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time toi spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that toi are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when toi apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But toi come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights toi stayed.
The child in me, from the times toi loved me.
The debt toi owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time toi spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that toi are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when toi apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
"I could see the sorrow in his perfect blue eyes,something was wrong."
"Jaslene's Dream"
have toi noticed when toi fall in l’amour it feels like your flying? I have. It the most wonderful feeling in the world. But when do toi feel it? Do toi feel it when toi fall in love, ou when toi just are overfilled with joy?
Have toi ever felt it? ou have toi felt anything close to it? What does it mean? Does it mean that toi have to fly away from it before your l’amour hurts you? ou does it mean that your body enjoys the joy filling your body?
Tell me what toi think...
Have toi ever felt it? ou have toi felt anything close to it? What does it mean? Does it mean that toi have to fly away from it before your l’amour hurts you? ou does it mean that your body enjoys the joy filling your body?
Tell me what toi think...
