| Life is like a great, iron-wrought spiral staircase All it takes is one misplaced footstep and the descent begins How far you fall depends on how good you are at ceasing your tumbling In time your wounds heal, and in time you begin the perilous climb once again |
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| The young boy's footsteps echo loudly along the dark street. I watch him from afar, afraid to get to close lest I startle him and send him running off into the dark. My mind wanders back to a time when I walked the same street in the same shoes that the boy wears now. He is not weighed down by the worries and burdens that I carry now. He has also not known the love that I have felt since then. He has no concept of the outside world. He seems to be peaceful and happy. Yet, he is so ignorant of the future that lies in store for him. For a moment, I pity him. But, then I realize that I might be willing to sacrifice anything to be that boy again. |
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| The girl runs from the room crying, upset at life's injustices. The inevitable moment of tension settles in among the rest of the room's occupants. It is in this moment that decisions are made without thinking, that events can have very different consequences. I make a decision. I run after the girl. The signs of sorrow surround her. I can see it on her face, in her eyes, hear it in the soft tremolo of her breath. The next few seconds seem to take an eternity as I lower her slowly to the ground, my hand cupped behind her back. Years past, civilizations rise and fall around us, but we finally reach the ground. My body somewhat strewn across hers. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, long and deep. Then, horror dawns, as I realize that this was one of those decisions made without thinking. That this event should never have happened. But, it's too late...It has happened...And a part of both of us has been irrevocably changed..."I need a smoke..." |
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| The sun beats down strongly on the back of my neck. The beauty and the splendor of this place are almost overwhelming. A world of greens, reds, and oranges assaults upon my eyes. However, the assault is not an intrusive one but a welcomed annexation. Also victim in the subjugation of my senses are my ears; bombarded by the sounds of birds and insects from every direction. This world seems so foreign to me yet, at the same time, it couldn't be more welcome. |
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| So, Guitar Hero rawks my world..
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