Hurricane
So the hurricanes gone and I'm dead. But I was extremely bored the night it came so I decided to write and this is what came of that...
The night is dark, too dark for comfort. The winds howl and roar as if angered by my presence. I turn to gaze out the window only to be reminded that I have placed my safety in an object that can neith soothe nor save. The window has been covered with a material that can not be bent or broken with human strength. The music from within my grasp draws my attention to the kitchen where I believe to hear a phone but recieve no signal, only a busy tone. As I sit and wonder if I knew I were to pass, would I betray what my goals were to keep, but am reminded that it is called to die before or have no right to title myself at all. The storm on my front yard cannot compare to the one in my mind. Fighting my boredom I strive to find a way to destroy my greatest foe. But the fact that he will never give up takes my mind to a new location. As he struggle to find comfort in every state of mind is impossible I fight the physical one, taking every inch for what its worth. As I think of potential destruction greed takes a stand. knowing I could obtain much more by what is destroyed I realize other flaws to my minds selfish plan. It makes me want to throw it all away and go after a higher standard. To take what I am given and share with others to who have been taken. The only light a faint candle I realize what I take for granted. Telling the world I would rather live in darkness when all I want now is light. I sat and watched the night sky turn green with each explosion. Thinking it to comfort me when I knownow it makes this quest for an artificial light more of an obstacle. The days when electricity was a myth, the days when fire was a miracle is now only a tounges movement away. The repeating song makes me wish for something more, a change for new when everything could already be perfect. Our lives for nothing make every aspect worth everything. What is the point of living if we can never be satisfied. Why not take the chance we have to get out as soon as possible.
Having returned fom a not so far journey to a dangerous arena I have discovered a n ending for my thoughts. I am to go take advantage of what I have now as to not forget others do not have what I do.
Wow! I must have been bored and its late/ early so good night
XWhenIsLifeEnoughX
The night is dark, too dark for comfort. The winds howl and roar as if angered by my presence. I turn to gaze out the window only to be reminded that I have placed my safety in an object that can neith soothe nor save. The window has been covered with a material that can not be bent or broken with human strength. The music from within my grasp draws my attention to the kitchen where I believe to hear a phone but recieve no signal, only a busy tone. As I sit and wonder if I knew I were to pass, would I betray what my goals were to keep, but am reminded that it is called to die before or have no right to title myself at all. The storm on my front yard cannot compare to the one in my mind. Fighting my boredom I strive to find a way to destroy my greatest foe. But the fact that he will never give up takes my mind to a new location. As he struggle to find comfort in every state of mind is impossible I fight the physical one, taking every inch for what its worth. As I think of potential destruction greed takes a stand. knowing I could obtain much more by what is destroyed I realize other flaws to my minds selfish plan. It makes me want to throw it all away and go after a higher standard. To take what I am given and share with others to who have been taken. The only light a faint candle I realize what I take for granted. Telling the world I would rather live in darkness when all I want now is light. I sat and watched the night sky turn green with each explosion. Thinking it to comfort me when I knownow it makes this quest for an artificial light more of an obstacle. The days when electricity was a myth, the days when fire was a miracle is now only a tounges movement away. The repeating song makes me wish for something more, a change for new when everything could already be perfect. Our lives for nothing make every aspect worth everything. What is the point of living if we can never be satisfied. Why not take the chance we have to get out as soon as possible.
Having returned fom a not so far journey to a dangerous arena I have discovered a n ending for my thoughts. I am to go take advantage of what I have now as to not forget others do not have what I do.
Wow! I must have been bored and its late/ early so good night
XWhenIsLifeEnoughX