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“Pretense” “Fear” “Vanity” “Grief”; I won’t be weak enough
“Itsuwari” “Osore” “Kyoshoku” “Urei” samazama na negatibu ni
A confused girl, or a confused world. Coloured her own world, a diffrent place far from reality. Fake rainbows, paper flowers, candy clouds, Even if I’m still in the rift between reality and ideals and my feet are bound by shackles of sacrifice.
School, coming so she can leave at the end of the day. Leaving, so she can arrive the next morning, Balancing it all in a small scale inside her head. Looking out the windows, leaning her warm cheek on the cold wooden desk watching the clouds in daze. I had a dream that no one else could have and I threw away everything that I didn’t need. Thoughts that I can’t surrender dwell in my mind and body. My overflowing impulse isn’t fully repressed because I have a heart that yearns powerfully. If life's a joke, why are we laughing?
Sitting on the swing. she can feel the warm sting of her flesh as she slowly wraps her hand around the chains which hold her up. Back and fourth, fourth and back, Out of reality. Gone in a flash. Then to awaken back to reality as the wind blows through her long silky hair and the rust on the swings begin making a crackling noise. She feels the intent breeze washing away her memories and reviving her from her daze. Her body shivers as her mind slowly drifts back and she takes a look at the world she lives in, No. Not the same world everyone else sees. The real world. The place no one else can find; The real mysterys and pains of the world people dont consiter. She watches the plain grey sky over her head with simple white clouds slowly escaping with the wind. She falls and her knees scrape against the small pebbles under them. Everything is grey, black and white...The noise of the cars as they zoom quickly out of sight. The sound of the snow slowly falling, The feel of the cold ice bits which gives her a sudden chill as she decides to get up. The school bell rings as she slowly and quietly gets back up and walks towards the grey school, in a grey world, in a grey universe. The groups of buildings that pierce the night sky, I look up at the air in which stars and such are invisible And ask myself, Won’t I be lost?"
C O L O U R Y O U R W O R L D
The girl walks out of school, she dazes up at the big blue sky, The silent waves of the wind whisper slowly as the white puffy clouds swim along in the ocean above. She looks around, Listens to the laughter of friends, the birds chirping in the green trees, as the wind willows blow and her hair flys up into the dance of the breeze. As she rests her hand on the bark of the tree she feels its rough surface and slides her hands amung the hollow branches then runs to join her friends. She chooses to live life the way she wants and to make the best of what she has before its gone. "They say your life flashes before your eyes after you die,
M A K E I T W O R T H W A T C H I N G
 Cosplay T O Y B O X · Fri Dec 07, 2007 @ 01:03am · 2 Comments |
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