A Cliff Dive
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I was going through old files today. Heres the cryptic symbologists dream of a hodgepodge ofthoughts to put together.
Ring
: in this moment
: i swear we are infinite
SIT
: cept for times like these
Recall, recall, with a tear,
Two players are dealt their cards
yukon fireman: no
You bastards and you fools! You talk of this world as if it’s a simple matter of yes and no. Look into the crystal ball, tell me what you see; and that’s your fate? Nay, it is nothing but a dream. Dreams aren’t reality, learn that and learn that well. You live in your own little world with your head up in the clouds. The future is hazy and bleak and barren. A swamp of dead trees and green mist intermingled with ash. Only once you come and conquer the present can you look at a vibrant past.
But remember- not all vibrant colors are beautiful and happy.
You may get memories of green pastures and lazy days under a drooping tree and a babbling brook, but you just may get memories of fire and pain. The cracked black ground fissures and pops under your feet and leads to a black mountain spewing flame and ash and death and loss.
Do you even know what worry is? To be lost inside and not know where to turn? When your crying shoulder is cold and hard and turned to stone by some medusa’s glare, do you know where to go next? Have you ever had to run and run and find nothing. Nothing but signs and memories stained in blood and tears and clues that your twisted paranoid mind turned into facts of evil and betrayal? And as your world crumbles, the world outside doesn’t even notice and you could well be dead and gone and six feet under the earth and the world would just keep spinning like you never existed.
Mind you, I have hope. I have ones I love with all my heart. I have the person I can confide in. The person I trust. The person who … Do you? Whose your guardian angel? Do you trust that person with everything? Do you love that person? Would they stand up for you even if they know you’re wrong? Would you for they? You never know. You never know someone’s true character until they’re faced with losing something to save you. That’s when friendship is discovered. Until then its just your ability to judge character. And… I’ve seen friendships die on the battlefield. I’ve seen love die on the street. You never know where you’ll be tested so you need to know who your friends are and, when the time comes, throw them out of the way of the bus and take the blow without thinking about it. That is yes or no. There’s no gray there.
I wish the world was that perfect.
It’s not. It’s not at all. Sometimes you throw them out of the way of that “bus” but they never know it. You put your coat over that puddle but they just step into the cab and never see the gesture. Or they’re so used to it they step on it and never think twice - ‘it’s your job isn’t it?’ The question is, when the world is crushing you, do they lift it off? That’s a friend. That is a fucking friend. Hell, that’s so rare that it’s worth loving them.
But like I said, this world IS gray. The one who lifts the world off your shoulders might just be bringing it higher so it’s a worse impact. They might throw you out of the way of the bus, just so they get the satisfaction of stabbing you. Worry may be justified or a total meltdown for no reason beyond jealousy and paranoia. Emotions suck. Gray is pain.
I hate cloudy days. They’re just made for fools like you.
yukon fireman: could've gone better
yukon fireman: but no way it couldve gone weirder
it amazes me that when i offer for what i know you want most, you say no.
yukon fireman: either its good for me or bad for me XD
yukon fireman: i rank ALL things in that way
====May I recommend never delving into your old files?====
Which Way?
Me Seagahara Bar? ... eh, not tonight, too much to look forward to. I'm a fool.
: what is it youre afraid of?
: everything
*
I was going through old files today. Heres the cryptic symbologists dream of a hodgepodge ofthoughts to put together.
Ring
: in this moment
: i swear we are infinite
SIT
: cept for times like these
Recall, recall, with a tear,
Two players are dealt their cards
yukon fireman: no
You bastards and you fools! You talk of this world as if it’s a simple matter of yes and no. Look into the crystal ball, tell me what you see; and that’s your fate? Nay, it is nothing but a dream. Dreams aren’t reality, learn that and learn that well. You live in your own little world with your head up in the clouds. The future is hazy and bleak and barren. A swamp of dead trees and green mist intermingled with ash. Only once you come and conquer the present can you look at a vibrant past.
But remember- not all vibrant colors are beautiful and happy.
You may get memories of green pastures and lazy days under a drooping tree and a babbling brook, but you just may get memories of fire and pain. The cracked black ground fissures and pops under your feet and leads to a black mountain spewing flame and ash and death and loss.
Do you even know what worry is? To be lost inside and not know where to turn? When your crying shoulder is cold and hard and turned to stone by some medusa’s glare, do you know where to go next? Have you ever had to run and run and find nothing. Nothing but signs and memories stained in blood and tears and clues that your twisted paranoid mind turned into facts of evil and betrayal? And as your world crumbles, the world outside doesn’t even notice and you could well be dead and gone and six feet under the earth and the world would just keep spinning like you never existed.
Mind you, I have hope. I have ones I love with all my heart. I have the person I can confide in. The person I trust. The person who … Do you? Whose your guardian angel? Do you trust that person with everything? Do you love that person? Would they stand up for you even if they know you’re wrong? Would you for they? You never know. You never know someone’s true character until they’re faced with losing something to save you. That’s when friendship is discovered. Until then its just your ability to judge character. And… I’ve seen friendships die on the battlefield. I’ve seen love die on the street. You never know where you’ll be tested so you need to know who your friends are and, when the time comes, throw them out of the way of the bus and take the blow without thinking about it. That is yes or no. There’s no gray there.
I wish the world was that perfect.
It’s not. It’s not at all. Sometimes you throw them out of the way of that “bus” but they never know it. You put your coat over that puddle but they just step into the cab and never see the gesture. Or they’re so used to it they step on it and never think twice - ‘it’s your job isn’t it?’ The question is, when the world is crushing you, do they lift it off? That’s a friend. That is a fucking friend. Hell, that’s so rare that it’s worth loving them.
But like I said, this world IS gray. The one who lifts the world off your shoulders might just be bringing it higher so it’s a worse impact. They might throw you out of the way of the bus, just so they get the satisfaction of stabbing you. Worry may be justified or a total meltdown for no reason beyond jealousy and paranoia. Emotions suck. Gray is pain.
I hate cloudy days. They’re just made for fools like you.
yukon fireman: could've gone better
yukon fireman: but no way it couldve gone weirder
it amazes me that when i offer for what i know you want most, you say no.
yukon fireman: either its good for me or bad for me XD
yukon fireman: i rank ALL things in that way
====May I recommend never delving into your old files?====
Which Way?
Me Seagahara Bar? ... eh, not tonight, too much to look forward to. I'm a fool.
: what is it youre afraid of?
: everything
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