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aditou

Pensiveness

Apr 28, 2007 14:26

...

Why does it feel like I've lost trust in everybody, when really they've lost trust in me? Am I trying to damn myself?

Why do I feel like crying?

Why can't I make myself stop?

There's a poem spinning inside me, using the threads which are pulling loose from the fabric of my life. How did I get this deep in?

Kiki, Hales, Stacy, Lauren. You deserve all ( Read more... )

reflection, emo

Comments 9

lavaliere April 28 2007, 21:23:48 UTC

♥

aditou April 28 2007, 22:15:08 UTC

Mahaado almost killed him.

His staff was poised, ready, crackling with three millennia’s worth of vengeance and magic. His eyes, stained violet by centuries of forgetting, gazed coldly at the man-spirit-beast before him [weak yet snarling still, even as his muscles twitched and jerked from the last spell]. The thief who had robbed him of a mortal life, his Pharaoh of rest in the afterworld, so many innocents of their souls… A paled hand tightened on his staff. He could shatter his soul in that moment. The shadow realm had its own rules.

But then there was the boy.

If there was anyone deserving of vengeance, it was the boy, the one with a child’s body and prisoner’s eyes, who had served the thief unknowingly for most of his adolescence. And yet what were these words coming from his mouth, that look in his eyes?

“Don’t kill him! Don’t!”

How could he say such a thing? Do you desire to be his slave? His only clue as to the boy’s authenticity was that the thief seemed as shocked as he ( ... )

midnightdiddle April 28 2007, 22:41:28 UTC

*hugs*

aditou April 29 2007, 02:15:45 UTC

It isn't the type of thing Xenahort enjoys. The party is large, and stuffy, and all he can think of is the pile of books abandoned on his study desk in addition to the itchiness of his not-quite-grown hair. The ladies look like shimmering beetles in their gowns and hats, and he stays close to his father, hiding behind the man's knees ( ... )

cruxis April 28 2007, 23:05:31 UTC

... I don't know that I really have a place to comment, but I've got thoughts in my head prompted by this. I'm going to share them with you, but feel free to disregard them, 'kay? M'kind of just talking for the sake of letting it out (and it's self-reflection on my part, as well ( ... )

melaron April 28 2007, 23:36:19 UTC

I don't know, Paige. There's two types of upset - the horrible feelings that come from growing up, changing your personality, or just making it through life. They suck ass, but you have to accept that they'll plague you from time to time. And then there's the upset where it's all for no reason at all. It's the latter you need to worry about, as you've already learned. It's tempting for me to say that you're in the ninth circle of hell that is high school, and maybe you're just responding to that. But then I remember how my parents thought I was cutting the apron strings when I was actually responding to major depression, so I don't wish to be dismissive ( ... )

aditou May 3 2007, 20:52:51 UTC

I know this is late coming, but thank you, Lauren. Your words mean more than you seem to think.

I give you a tacky little web heart:

<3

halfthewords April 29 2007, 13:34:20 UTC

I don't really know what's happening, but I think I can say we've all been there before. ♥

aditou May 3 2007, 21:10:35 UTC

"Sometimes I just...wonder, you know? Whether I'm allowed to be this happy, after all..." Malik trailed off, waving a sun-bronzed arm toward the sky, as though the words he searched for were catchable stars. "that." He shifted. Sleeping under the open air wasn't nearly as comfortable as he had made it out to be. The sand got in his hair ( ... )