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Okay, I've got nothing much to say, although I could probably babble if I -truly- wanted to. The only thing I've got to say is that I use this style of writing far too often. <3 it, though.
Challenge: Breaking
Title: Nightterrors
Word Count: 231
Anguish.
Such a funny word, don’t you think? Anguish is what defines human life. It is born with our creation, and yet shall continue its long life until well after you or I die. Anguish is an emotion that we all experience at some time or another. A childish emotion, one better left behind as the years continue their relentless passing.
If the years stopped, would the anguish go with it?
Of course not. There is no rest for the weary, and in agreement, no repentance for the broken.
. . . I hate them . . .
hate the way the years swiftly fly, never slowing, the train of time never pausing for any that might have missed their boarding time, never pausing to pick up those who have lost things to the strange land of time, no matter the connection to the person aboard, not even slowing if that person is pulled from the train behind.
hate how I cannot find myself any more,
hate how I cannot pull myself from my angst,
hate how I can’t make it all go away as I did when I was a mere child.
i have to face it
and I can’t do that. It
-hurts-
. . . it hurts . . . a pain that can never be staunched . . .
. . . help me . . . please . . .
. . . ^_^;; *flits off*
Challenge: Breaking
Title: Nightterrors
Word Count: 231
Anguish.
Such a funny word, don’t you think? Anguish is what defines human life. It is born with our creation, and yet shall continue its long life until well after you or I die. Anguish is an emotion that we all experience at some time or another. A childish emotion, one better left behind as the years continue their relentless passing.
If the years stopped, would the anguish go with it?
Of course not. There is no rest for the weary, and in agreement, no repentance for the broken.
. . . I hate them . . .
hate the way the years swiftly fly, never slowing, the train of time never pausing for any that might have missed their boarding time, never pausing to pick up those who have lost things to the strange land of time, no matter the connection to the person aboard, not even slowing if that person is pulled from the train behind.
hate how I cannot find myself any more,
hate how I cannot pull myself from my angst,
hate how I can’t make it all go away as I did when I was a mere child.
i have to face it
and I can’t do that. It
-hurts-
. . . it hurts . . . a pain that can never be staunched . . .
. . . help me . . . please . . .
. . . ^_^;; *flits off*
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Date: 2005-01-05 05:21 pm (UTC)Sorry if I said anything wrong. I just don't feel right about it.
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