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[Dec. 23rd, 2008|09:05 pm] |
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Somebody talk to me. |
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[Dec. 23rd, 2008|01:59 pm] |
It's the middle of the day, and I can't sleep. Although I guess I really don't need sleep, since the body doesn't really need anything when one is dead. It's strange, all of the things that we still do out of habit. I don't really need to breathe, and yet when nervous or upset, I still find myself taking a deep breath. It does no good, since my insides are likely little more than dust. I don't need to sleep, and I don't always feel hot or cold-- at least, I don't think feel it as acutely as I once did. And sometimes- it's as though I'm in a bubble, always separated from the world around me. My night vision is, of course much improved, and I certainly cannot go out in the day. My appetite has changed. I still...I still feel hungry sometimes, although I hunger for something completely different.
Who would like to do something later? |
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[Oct. 11th, 2008|03:39 pm] |
Once, when I was younger, my father took me night fishing. He rarely paid attention to myself or my brothers; he often preferred to work or spend his time away from the home. We hardly saw him in the daylight- he was often up long before the crack of dawn, making his way to the office, and he didn't return home until well after dark. I had never been night fishing before, but I was excited-- and nervous. I hated the dark as a child; like any young person I feared the monsters of the night. Even still, I dislike most of them- But I was excited; I wanted to make my father proud. I wanted him to like me, to know that I was good enough to be his first son and heir. I was twelve at the time. I nearly fell off the dock, but didn't-- I remember being surprised upon seeing a face at the other side of the river. I realize now that it was a vampire-- hiding in the shadows, face pale as death. I saw that face again, many times, though I never thought about it. I never realized it was the same face, always brushing it off as just some strange coincidence. I did, however, catch a rather large fish that night. It was the first and last time I ever went fishing with my father.
I'm bored. Somebody tell me a story. |
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[Sep. 21st, 2008|04:43 pm] |
Everything still hurts. And I'm hungry- I wonder if I might be able to do something about this a little later. We'll have to see how it feels to move.
The sun cannot set soon enough. |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2008|12:06 pm] |
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Time is such a fluid, moving thing- it's strange to think about how some moments seem to pass much more quickly than others. One moment, you're in primary school, imagining all of the possibilities. "I want to be a doctor, or a barrister, or an artist someday," you think. The world is open to you, and you can make anything of yourself. And before you know it you are grown, your choices more limited. Things happen, and you're a soldier, a shopkeeper, a nurse- fallen into something you don't truly want because you had no options. And what happens then? Time slows down, and you're left with all of the what-if's or what-might-have-beens. You come to realize that every choice makes a difference. What if you had turned left, instead of right? What if you had said yes when you should have said no? You wonder and wonder and never really know. And time goes on and on and on and it never ends. No matter how hard you wish for it to slow down, to reverse, to let you go back and change things. To say no when you said yes. To continue home when you stopped to help the woman in need. To not leave your wife and son to wonder what happened to you on that fateful night when everything changed. |
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[Jul. 21st, 2008|08:30 pm] |
I do not understand why I was given one of these. They said that it would be good for communication, but what good does it do me if anybody can see what kind of message I am sending? Honestly?
The darkness is coming.
Not only the waning of the moon, but something else. Something more. Not just the darkness of the night- but of course, nobody will listen. They will see, though. They will see that there is a darkness in all of us and one only needs to embrace it. I do not see why so many resist; so many fools cling to their illusion of light. To their illusion of what is right. They hide from the darkness with their artificial light and new technology, not realizing that it means nothing. Eventually, all light will fade.
The darkness will come and it will consume. Because the darkness is always there. It will still be there. Waiting. |
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