A tale.
Well, I'm better at writing inpirational/carefree stuff than a tale. So I shall try this, and if all turns out well, then so be it, but ifit turns otherwise, then woe is me.
Here is one of the classics: (please do not steal!)
“Something wonderful never comes easily” It always seems that way. Sleepless nights, heartache, burning, falling, the never ending pain and suffering we endure, why do we call it living if we are always so close to death? The churning pain inside weakens us, slows our steps, but still, something pulls us along, it is longing for a better life, and longing for more than what we already have? We are the most intelligent life forms that we know of, but the most greedy too. We should be more thankful for what we have. But how far should that go? If we are born with nothing should we strive for nothing more? When love is so close, why do we push it away? Jump from ledge to ledge risking everything, but when we actually are only one ledge away, why not jump? It is the same ledge you have come to several times but just gone back. Living with the heart ache, why?
I'm such a dork, this is what I do in my free time. gaar, I sound like an idiot, but w/e.
Unknown "Padawan" Sparkling
- 16 years, 10 months, 5 days ago
