ive always seen something poetic about the way bodies fall during war. you could stop time to admire the position the bodies fall and land, the red mist where bullets strike, how fleeting and delicate it declares life. but i doubt its often looked at in such a way by those in the midst of it. when a family member dies, a close friend. when you take ( Read more... )

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there is no fear in love. but perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. the one who fears is not made perfect by love.

I hate how everything feels, I'm exhausting myself. I wish I had a real reason to fight, a real struggle. It pains me when conflict needs to be manufactured because there's no real difficulties anymore. I don't need to worry where my next meal comes from. I don't need to hunt it on an empty stomach, barefoot, naked, through sheer strength, will, ( Read more... )