2008/05/20
Short Story Picture this: A breezy summer night... slowly approaching the witching hour... birds are asleep, the dogs are all inside, and you are warm, snuggled up with your blankets as the winds blow through the trees. The ambient sound of leafs whirling, and houses creaking leaves a glimpse of solitude to the world... a taste... that maybe all is not lost... as the fire burns in the fireplace... crackling, and hissing, the sounds of logs searing, and feelings of peace envelop you...... On the outside, a man is waiting... standing alone in the wind, he glares, stares at the world he thought he knew... watching as his fate destines to repay all the horrors that he committed. Waiting for the moment that comes to take away the pain... not only the pain of the torment he caused, but the pain of living the life he lives. He stands alone... with his eyes fixated on the future that is to come... he walks.... forward... in a direction that knows no bounds... to a place that knows no peace. For what he has done, not even God can save him... // sk0t @ 12:54 AM :: Comments [4] :: Digg This ::

2008/05/07
He who dares to stand where I've stood. There is a lot of things happening as of late... I used to think that life was colorful and filled with different shades of existence... lately, I am beginning to believe that this world is nothing more than black and white. Things are either good or bad, never in-between. I am starting to lose myself a little more and more each day. I remember being strong and I remember knowing a time when I felt as though I was semi-in-control.

Life is a disguise my friends, it is an elaborate lie told to us from birth. People aren't destined for greatness, we are destined to fail, that is why so few of us succeed. We are fed stories of true love, heroes, and epic battles that force the troubled hero into a precarious situation and watch as he beats the odds and defends his own honor in the process... what we aren't taught is that pedophiles, rapists, murders, stalkers, and kidnappers will far outnumber the unsung heroes that this world has to offer.

I'm sitting here letting my mind wander, and all I can think of is how exorbitant this lie of a world is. I try and think about the positive things that this world has to offer... but the negative succeed. We aren't horses in a race, we are gerbils in a cage. This world has nothing good to offer... we are ants in an antfarm in the scheme of things... does anyone really matter?

Cause I don't know who I am, all I know is that I should. // sk0t @ 11:29 PM :: Comments [8] :: Digg This ::