You know what sad is?
Sad is when you know that the things you ought to care the most about (and vice versa) are nothing in your eyes.
Sad is when the most excited you've been in months is a card game release spoiler.
Sad is when you don't mind sacrificing weekends because in your heart you know that there's nothing waiting for you out there anyway.
Sad is when you worry more about not being able to attend someone else's birthday party because you know no one will celebrate yours anyway.
Sad is when you know that you really don't know- and that you've learned not to care.
Sad is- when you are so used to it you realize you don't feel the sadness anymore.
Quote of e Post:
We must laugh before we are happy, for fear of dying without having laughed at all.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
LOVELESS
My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honor remains
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess
Of sacrifice at world’s end
The wind sails over the water’s surface
Quietly, but surely
- LOVELESS, ACT IV
I have decided, my next skin idea will be based upon either AIR or LOVELESS, either way its going to be original and since the source is so old, I shouldn't have a problem finding material. The current skin is too dark but my skins have always (almost) been black or something along those lines- its neat and clean as well as a solid color. Someone once told me, of fashion- you cannot go wrong with black or white.
A sad existence, never to be close to anyone. At first she dreams, of the sky, and then the past. These dreams eat at her and she begins to feel a pain that shouldn't be there- and gradually, she begins to forget everything. Even her most precious friend. She is always alone and eventually disappears, the morning after she dreams her last dream, she will die.
Here at the threshold of 20, I've had more then a dozen and a half years behind me and none the worse to wear. Birthdays are overrated, each year it passes and nothing changes. Ten years of light, ten years of darkness, the next ten are grey and the other ten might be my last. First I am the light, and then I steep into the dark, next the walls between the two will blur, or even disappear. The inevitable end is that both the light and the dark will cancel each other out, leaving me with nothing- actually no, making me nothing. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust but if you become nothing before you die... then what are you?
I don't need another birthday, I only need to truly die once.
Quote of the Post:
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
There are no dreams, no honor remains
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess
My soul, corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber
Of sacrifice at world’s end
The wind sails over the water’s surface
Quietly, but surely
- LOVELESS, ACT IV
I have decided, my next skin idea will be based upon either AIR or LOVELESS, either way its going to be original and since the source is so old, I shouldn't have a problem finding material. The current skin is too dark but my skins have always (almost) been black or something along those lines- its neat and clean as well as a solid color. Someone once told me, of fashion- you cannot go wrong with black or white.
A sad existence, never to be close to anyone. At first she dreams, of the sky, and then the past. These dreams eat at her and she begins to feel a pain that shouldn't be there- and gradually, she begins to forget everything. Even her most precious friend. She is always alone and eventually disappears, the morning after she dreams her last dream, she will die.
Here at the threshold of 20, I've had more then a dozen and a half years behind me and none the worse to wear. Birthdays are overrated, each year it passes and nothing changes. Ten years of light, ten years of darkness, the next ten are grey and the other ten might be my last. First I am the light, and then I steep into the dark, next the walls between the two will blur, or even disappear. The inevitable end is that both the light and the dark will cancel each other out, leaving me with nothing- actually no, making me nothing. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust but if you become nothing before you die... then what are you?
I don't need another birthday, I only need to truly die once.
Quote of the Post:
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
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