kazal gwash na do yeh wegarado itsy baygo nota tu slad ga vorbrasa hanna wah. ishim negah uddeygatsuyo. destroy ( Read more... )

for all the destruction we put upon ourselves. it's interesting to see how humans just continue to strive on living. when we are destroying so much, we are all a part of it. only people who live off the land and make their own clothes and shoes and whatnot would probably not be taking more that what they give back. i don't think there is a place ( Read more... )

this is the epitome of the end. all these halted lives everyone lives, but they are not living them, they are stuck in ruts. they are stuck behind the cycle of doing the same thing constantly. that is how most of humanity is. i am sure i am like that at times. being in that cycle seems the only way to really survive and stand a chance in the world ( Read more... )

the sweet whisperings continue into oblivion....drowning in faith and love, but it is passion blinded.

it is not passion or love or faith, it is ignorance.

whispers flow and turn into red blotches, blotting out what sunlight there is....anger swells up inside.

"You were born with the right to be happy. You were born with the right to love, to enjoy and to share your love. You are alive, so take your life and enjoy it."

round and round the circle goes... where did it all start ( Read more... )

Mountain dew clung to Arleene's worn and tattered cload, as she stirred from her brief sleep filled with visions of terror. Droplets fell from her as her dreams faded into subconscious. The sun was bright upon her eyelids while the crisp mountain air beckoned her to wake. Gathering her belongings she double-checked to make sure everything was in ( Read more... )