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you will ask me things, and i will answer. That will be all. http://formspring.me/morciel
Do you believe there’s intelligent life on other planets?
There has to be, the math of how many planets there are around so many stars in the universe most of made life somewhere other than here
with the new year come new hopes, sparkling with wonder and belief. new love, flowering with care and warmth, new life bursting with youth and vigor and potental. tempered with that is new death with its sorrow and lost, new hate cloaked in fire and rage, and new darkness unseen and unknown for the feeling of cold and despair.
let me find that the happiest that i didnt have last year, the love i didnt have last year, and allow me to dodge and ignore the anger and sadness of last year, and make this year better than last.
for anyone reading this, i send you a Happy New Year and a hope that your year will be better than the last, sent of course, From the Black
Ice, cold, taking in the like of the pallid moon and hoarding it with a greed not know to gods or men. Ice, strong and fierce, unyielding to pity whims and fleeting fancies, adamant. the cold readily reaches in my soul, drains heat and life, storing it within crystaline matrixes. dark frost treacherous and slick, unknowable and unforgiving. look into the dark heart of ice and see into yourself, into the darkness that you deny even now, into the void of feeling that ever wants to be filled, but by its own meaning can never be.
ice, freezing itself on the street as i walk, fighting gelid bitting winds that cut tiny unseen cuts, each small crystal collecting its tribute in blood. numbing fingers and hands that cease their function reach for the door of to salvation, but its just out of reach. the wind doubles, and shivering overrides sense and thought, kneeling against the cold. the voice of winter whispers sweet nothings in burning ears, speaks words of blissful surrender. sleep, my love, sleep and dream forever and ever more. shut your eyes lover mine, and join me in your eternal rest. eyes droop and thoughts slow, the heart following soon after. i blink slowly, watching a final breath, final, as Deaths beautiful voice chuckles. no. no. not, not this day, not this cold night, not before all that must be and all that must be done. not before, not be fore She knows. the cold pains me, and the breathing that must be hurts more than anything i knew before and anything that i could possibly know, but it must be. i breathe those breaths and my heart reluctantly beats. my legs move slowly, but surely they are, moving to find me salvations door. winter whispers more, but i stop listening, and her wind shows her displeasure. let me find the peace of warmth…let me feel once again, even if that only feeling is pain and regret, let me feel…something. my hand touches the cold steel, and i pull, and for a moment…despair, for it doesnt move. in that second, i almost resigned myself to death’s could embrace, just for that moment, but, then, it moved. i pull free the door and thrust myself to freedom.
i look back on the night, and the wind that torments me still, calls out my name. but, at least for tonight, i shall not listen to the siren’s call, to the Death whispers that echo forth From the Black.
wow, so the mta cut student cards, so that the people that live far away from their schools would either have to somehow transfer schools (unlikely) or have to pay for their fare to and fro to school. I always had thought that the cost of the student cards was payed entirely by the Department of Education, but apparently it wasn’t, but that’s beyond the point. The student cards help students that were smart enough to go to the top teir schools even if they weren’t geographicly close to their homes. I wonder now what the kids are going to have to do, and how much of a strain this is going to be on the budgets of their parents. We live in a dark age folks, and idk if the sun is coming up anytime soon.
Thoughts while on a public bus, not that people commonly take private buses, but just wanting to make myself clear. I saw two women walking up the road in santa hats, and pondered, is the holiday season that infectous? If i hear one more little cover song of a jingle done by someone that normally sings about sex or something like that I just might vomit. But all in all, merry bloody christmas. maybe mine is a darker mind than most, but i can only be truthful and honest, at least to myself, and them whom might read this, written on my way home From the Black.
so once more i find myself in the place that i try to avoid, like that part of the city that people don’t want to go to after the sun sets, and shiver in fear. Phantoms of thoughts shimmer past like so many emo vampires, so cold. I go to the old standby, the old place in my mind that i hate to go to but can’t stop myself from going to. thoughts of the One, the One, the First, and if the gods forsake me the Last. My Alpha, the one with the brown hair, she haunts the dreams of this poor soul. what to do, I know not, and i hope against hope and the will of the gods as of yet that the One will return to me, but its not in the cards, so far.
but the will of the gods change, if pattern shows true. so this man waits, ever ever waits, in this place in my mind, looking around the sad surroundings that speak of much happier times. here my friends this sorrowful note send to you From the Black.
