no man's land.

[donttry]

i picture silhouettes of men, hunched over like dogs against carved dirt canvas floors. in every burst, the sun is re-born. but in all it's fury it's feared, men hunch under tin can helmets, almost as second nature. the moon is lost in smoke, emitting a dull glow that spreads through the night. shooting stars are born, and i'm sure as a few watch,

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[likemachines]

i like this.

[donttry]

thank you.

[donttry]

don't know, i was just thinking. we're just over due for a world war. because everyone treats life like it will just be there. i do it, everyone does. but war veterans seem to understand. i don't like war, but maybe it defines appreciating life? not even liking it, or being happy to be alive, but just, understanding it. i don't know.

[donttry]

(i watch the history channel too much.)

[25bumsinrags]

prophetic. that's not the word i want but i'm tired and have already spent my 2 cents.
*disoriented, having read it sans title at first and then going back again. and. jesus. you better fucking keep on writing :P*

[donttry]

err..why