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Thoughts of my Friend, Oblivion
"My friend, your philosophy... tell me of it, what lies within the confines of your mind, Oblvion!
~Those who forgive can never truly see why the forgave, or if they ever shall forgive again, but shall light shine upon that can never be forgiven... or just forgotten? I this what we must realize to pass on? In this life of utter hell or to our friends to make this hell a haven on earth, that is what I truly believe
In Darkness you feel and see no pain....
In Light you see and feel all pain...
In love you feel scared, but happy...
without love, you feel brave, but lonely...
You seem to think that birds are free because they bear wings and can fly, but not so free are the angels who too, bear wings.... To ones knowledge you seem not known, but to someone's not known knowledge, you can be seen by all. Do you understand what I mean to be seen as well as not, or do you dwell alone not seen or known by all but thyself and thyself alone...
If your light seems to fade, and darkness takes over, you then embrace it and make it your strength, your will, and your soul. In due time, you will find that darkness is your light.
Plains that wallow in the distance seem as though an ocean has washed over them, as a small breeze pushes them ever so slightly against themselves, forming what seems to be our circle of life! A few burns in the grass and scars in the ground to represent hard times. A glistening stray of light on it, to represent good times, and the blowing of the eastern wind to represent life, everlasting.
You express the way you feel by the way you dress, but isn't the way you dress like that of the people around you? So you are not yourself, you are not alone, for you are exactly like everyone around you. Though others can reflect the way you should or should not be, so don't be alone! For you are not alone, you are surrounded by those of dark, those of light, and those of twighlight.
You see the shadow who follows me and stalks me to the ends of the earth? I turn and ask, "Why do you follow me?" The shadow merely stood up and said, "Why do you not understand? I am your darkness... your friend..." and with that the shadow faded, as I stood there. My friend, only it shows him... as if he had always been there, I just stood and smiled...
 Hikogaratashi · Thu Sep 28, 2006 @ 11:55pm · 1 Comments |
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Beads of lukewarm Perspiration slowly dripped down Scadian’s face, though he took no notice. His bow was strung and his gaze was fixed upon the straw dummy he had created mostly of old mildewed, cloth and bunches of grass he had collected from the large field in the backside of his mothers cottage. Being fourteen, Scadian had spent his whole life with his mother, though he had always wondered something about her. He tried to ignore it, but it always seemed to linger in the backmost corner of his mind. Scadian was born to his mother when she was at the age of 84 years old. After nearly dieing in the ordeal, she took to sickness throughout Scadian’s whole life. It was a strange case indeed. As his friends put it, “There’s no way she’s your mother Scadian! My mom is only twenty-nine! She has no husband!” As hard as Scadian tried to shut out these words, they were brought to him in nightmares of the most bloodcurdling Nature.
The Arrow whistled through air and landed square on the dummy’s chest with a thud. “Could it be possible? Is my whole life a lie? Who was my father?” he thought, as his tense muscles promptly loosened, and he walked towards the target to retrieve the arrow. “That’s it! I’m going to find out! I won’t let her tell me off this time.” As he pulled the arrow out a sudden throbbing broke out near his wrist. He pulled his tunic sleeve up to reveal a symbol on his wrist. It was a birthmark took the form of a ten pronged tree.
This was another part of his life that puzzled that him, and yet another thing his mother would not reveal to him.
Scadian walked through the door, which was nothing more than a tattered curtain heavy with the aroma of rank fish. The cottage was nothing more than a two room shack consisting of a kitchen a bedroom which his bedridden mother spent most her days secluded from the rest of the world and its tribulations. His mother did not seem to be attractive the least bit, and it didn’t seem that she had ever been even in her younger days. Scadian’s Appearance didn’t seem to reveal that of his mothers at all. He had a sturdy build, and long brown hair. He was a bit short from his age, but it was made up in his muscle. The strangest features of him however, were his eyes which were a honey gold color.
Scadian picked up a damp rag and washed the grime from his face. He then went to the side of his mother’s bed, and kneeled down.
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Hikogaratashi · Wed Sep 13, 2006 @ 10:45pm · 1 Comments |
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