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Old writing and new writing....
Simular topic.... different people.. curious-er and curious-er
As I lay there on her floor my vision slowly turning crimson. I can feel it flowing out strangely cold and foreign. I watch, as it grows before me in silent surrender, I watch. I need not struggle for I know what draws near just as well as I know who is responsible. I need not turn around for I know who stands behind me, knife in hand. I do not try to breathe anymore and yet the breathing persists and as I do I breathe in more and more of the cold liquid. It cannot choke me for I am comfortably numb in my final surrender. If only it could come more quickly.
I know she regrets what she has done standing there out of my view. I listen as the bloodied knife falls from her hand and her to her knees. She is now the one gasping for air, not me. I have no pity; she knew what she was doing. If only she would lay here beside me so I could see her face one last time. It is at this moment that I realize I cannot turn my head. Attempting to clear a spot for her to lie next to me I push away at the pool of blood drawing out before me. If only she could know that I forgive her, with my last breath I wish nothing more than to comfort her and give her forgiveness. Now all I can do is hope that one day she will understand. It is too late to tell her now, I know this as I drift away looking down I cannot even see her face but I know it is she. In some ways I still live on knowing that some day I will become whole again... as I slowly drift back down toward the place I so longed to leave.
OLD WRITING
The last Sunrise
As the boy stood watching toward the west the sun peaked over the horizon.
How bright it was and how he loved to bask in its warmth and bright brilliant light.
As the day went on the sun high above began to be almost too bright and too hot that the boy had to step under the shade of a tree to protect himself from its rays.
As the sun passed overhead taunting the boy to come back out from his seclusion the boy stayed hidden so as not to get burned.
When the sun realized the boy was not coming out the sun moved on to share her warmth with the others, the boy stepped back into the light and warmth of the sun a little only to run back to his safe and shady tree.
He looked out at the other children playing in the sun and wanted to venture out from the safety of the shade but all he could manage was to stick his leg in a little bit.
All the other children ran around having a great time while the boy was quickly getting lonely sitting under the tree still too scared to venture out.
He looked down at the part of his leg that he had stuck out of the saftey of the shadow to see that it had begun to burn which only made him want to stay under the tree more.
He knew if he went out the sun would come back and give him his warmth but there was too much fear.
As the sun began to sink in the sky and loose a little of its warmth and the day began to cool the boy ran out into the open ready to play only to find that while the light was still there the warmth was gone.
Furious the boy went back to his shade only to find it was even less warm and had no light at all where as before it had some.
So the boy ventured out once more... this time the sun was almost completely below the horizon ... the boy cried out "Wait, I didn't get my turn to play!" as he ran after the setting sun and the last bit of warmth it had.
As the sun sunk below the horizon it began to get cold but at least there was still some light left.
The boy ran as hard as he could to the east where the sun was setting but he was not fast enough and the sun finally dissapeared taking all of its warmth and most of its light with him.
Confused the boy started to walk back... exhausted and looking for light to guide him on his way he realized that even the suns light had faded and left him.
As he stood there alone in the dark he had realized that maybe if he had given the sun something it would have stayed longer.. but there was nothing he could do about it now.
The boy turned on his flashlight which dimly lit up the path to where he had spent most of the day... though the flashlight provided no warmth and its light was not nearly as bright... it would have to do for now.
As the boy made it back to his tree and sat down he saw that everything was just as dark as it was where he sat beneith his tree when before it had been the only place to hide from the light of the sun.
The flashlight began to dim as the batteries ran low so the boy turned it off and set it down, he might come back for it later if he gets truely lost.
The boy could see only a little in the dark night as he wondered around trying to find his way home.
As he walked along he began to shiver and loose hope of ever getting home... if only the sun would come back he thought ... growing frusturated.
As he stumbled around in the darkness he realized there was a soft glowing light suddenly all around him.
He looked up to see the moon overhead helping to guide him on his path.
The light was not as strong as the suns but it was a reflection of the suns light which gave the boy comfort.
However, the moon held none of the suns warmth... it only served as a light to guide him in the darkness to find his way home as he shivered with the chill of the night.
In order for the moon to shine though it needed the suns rays to reflect back to the boy... and as the sun was truely gone the moon suddenly became very dim... and then dark.
The boy was lost again and far away from his flashlight... but he was almost home back to where he had started .. back to where he was before the sun ever rose and during the first sunrises.
It is uncertain if the boy will be lost forever or if he will find his way home in the dark and cold.