...The lights were bright and my head was empty.. It was all I could remember. All I could think of... I shivered and tried to move, but all I could feel was the irregular pulsations of my heart banging hard against my ribcage. It hurt. I thought it would be funny to jump off of that building, but I never did it. I thought it would be funny to slip on the pavement, but I never did it. I had always wanted to jump infront of a speeding car...but of course I never did that either.... I was such a coward. All I could see was white. White. White......blankness-like my mind. My stomach felt as if it were in my throat, and I couldn't talk. It felt as if my insides were thrown into a blender and then stuffed into my lungs...I was choking. There were tears in my eyes. I could only tell because my vision was so horribly blurred. I hoped they were tears....although I felt no emotion. I wasn't afraid...I wasn't happy, angry, or sad.
I felt as though I belonged for once. In this world of blankness..I belonged? Hahahahahahaha! Ah, what a funny feeling. I wish I had something to record that laugh. I was proud of it. I wondered where everyone was, although I didn't really care. Nothing ever seemed to matter anymore...
It was so miserably silent. The only sound I could hear was the air being so painfully forced in and out of me. I sounded like a broken vaccuum, and this made me laugh as well. I was so pathetic...so silly. It was why no one ever loved me. Why no one ever cared. I couldn't move my arms or legs...but I could feel the irritating itch on my back. I couldn't reach it, and slowly my emotions came back to me.
I was annoyed. I was uncomfortable. Where was I? Where was I?
I tried to close my eyes and imagine I was somewhere else, but all I could see was the color red. Why did I always dream of the color red?
I slowly opened my eyes again, and everything was black. Dark. Cold. Why was it so cold?
Ugh..I hated the darkness.... All I had the power to do was grumble. I couldn't exactly bring myself to cry over how hopeless I was, so I just laughed. I laughed my heart out. My messy, disgusting heart...it felt as if it were about to explode all over me and shoot from my eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. It just hurt so badly, and I hadn't the slightest clue as to why...
I shivered, still not able to feel the majority of my body. Perhaps it wasn't all there.... Perhaps I was only half here....
If that was the case, where was my other half? Were they still alive?
..I wanted so badly to get out of this dreadful place. It was so dark. So dreary...
It wasn't even real. I wasn't even real.
I had remembered something just then.... Many, many things.
My life seemed to flash before me dangerously like a bolt of volcanic lightning.
I still had no idea where I was.
A song played, and I heard the sounds of many familiar voices. They were crying... Crying? Hahaha...why? Why? It was all I could ever ask myself. I was my only company...but it wasn't like that wasn't always the case. I could deal with it.
The voices subsided, and it was quiet again.
So quiet. Mute.
After a short time, I felt as if I were deaf. I couldn't even hear the sound of my breathing, or my seizuresome heart.
...wait...
No.... No!....this isn't funny...
This isn't funny at all! I couldn't even laugh anymore. It was my favorite thing to do in such a situation, but this time.....I was terrified.
Out of nowhere, a voice sang pleasantly into my ear, and whirled around inside of me like a whirlwind. Soon, everything faded....
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ROFL.... Roffle? "Listen as the wind blows, from across the Great Divide. Forces trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time. The night is my companion, and solitude my guide. Would I spend forever here, and not be satisfied?"
When did it suddenly become cool to hate everything? It's a growing problem, especially in the entertainment world, and no one benefits from an increasingly hard to please, pessimistic audience.
A Special Collection of photographs i found this month that still haunts my mind. Show them some love There are always some i can`t include due to space, i try to make the features under 50 deviations to give them better exposure
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I felt ALL of the emotion.
Amazing Job.
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These wretched vocals of mirth ricochet through my ribcage as it spews out of my throat as it coats my tongue with derision.
I love the way this laughter echos off the walls and never ceases to exist. My laugh. His laugh. OUR laugh.
Our beautiful
ugly
laugh.
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:L
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did you know 'Yagami' spelled backwards is 'heterosexual' ?
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Naruto: Like Jesus?
Jiraya: Yes Naruto! Like Jesus.
Naruto: So Jesus was a Ninja?
Jiraya: Yes Naruto. Jesus was a ninja.
I Support Mighty Max
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"Joy multiplies when it is shared among friends, but grief diminishes with every division."
Butterflies.
Butterflies taste with their feet.
... The world is just awesome.
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ROFL.... Roffle?
"Listen as the wind blows, from across the Great Divide. Forces trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time. The night is my companion, and solitude my guide. Would I spend forever here, and not be satisfied?"
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