Humans… They seem so adorned to black. They yell and scream and fight for nothing. It’s a grim world that they live in, and they don’t look hard enough to see it. Those words of hatred tell of darkness in their words. Even their own words lie. In war, there is no peace. They fight for peace, which is like having sex for virginity. It doesn’t work. They argue for what they believe in. That doesn’t work. Everyone has the right to their own opinion, and no human can stand to hear that they are wrong.
Once every now and again, I find a rare soul. One that accepts the day and their life as it comes. To live things at the moment, forgetting about everything in the past, and never worrying about the future. They fought for nothing. They cared for themselves. Yes, they cared for others. But they knew that they were their main priority. Not much else matters. I could find those souls if I looked hard enough. They were the best friends that anyone could have. But I, being non-existent, have no friends. It was those irrational humans that worried too much about their social status that never recognized them, or put them down. I take pity on those humans, for they haven’t seen that they shouldn’t take life so seriously. No one comes out alive, after all.
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Chelsea Brianna Oliver: 4/13/94-11/1/09 RIP..<3
We'll dance another night.
Chelsea Brianna Oliver: 4/13/94-11/1/09 RIP..<3
We'll dance another night.