I thought summer would last forever but, then winter came- and a world that once seemed cordially vivacious had become a frozen sea of despair. Desolate- like the feeling you have awakening from a terrifying nightmare screaming but getting no answers and looking around only to find that there is no one there to tell you that it was just a dream. But, what is a dream? A vision in your mind? Is your subconcious trying to tell you something? Or, is a dream a mere fantasy of ones own admiration?
As an infant she opens her eyes for the first time and wonders. "What am I?" "What is this place?" She grows only to realize that the answers are hid deep within her and SHE must find them. She falls in love and she understands that what had clouded her mind for so long hadn't seemed so enigmatic anymore. But, as destiny confides it must all end, and a once joyous life of content was left with the feeling of a broken heart. She falls to her knees and looks up to the sky with tear stricken eyes and screams, "Why!!??" And she sheds her last tear and breathes her last breath, and she closes her eyes and all the heartache and all the pain fade away into nothing. I stand beneath the light of day, and beneath me is my shadow. My only companion. My one true friend. I stand motionless in a land that seems to be deserted but, in all silence.....the sound of lenient little whispers arrise from the distance. Echoing in my head louder and louder. I cry for help but my words just disappear in the wind. Why can't anybody hear me? I am just a shell. A hollow container of hate restraining the fear and relingquishing all pain. My only light comes from the sky above and my only dark comes from this world I am trapped in. What is the meaning of life? Friends come and they go. We were all born and we will all die, and the cold will always overcome the warm. It's funny......how the Seasons Change. Crossovers Fly to page 3
I stand beneath the light of day, and beneath me is my shadow. My only companion. My one true friend. I stand motionless in a land that seems to be deserted but, in all silence.....the sound of lenient little whispers arrise from the distance. Echoing in my head louder and louder. I cry for help but my words just disappear in the wind. Why can't anybody hear me? I am just a shell. A hollow container of hate restraining the fear and relingquishing all pain. My only light comes from the sky above and my only dark comes from this world I am trapped in. What is the meaning of life? Friends come and they go. We were all born and we will all die, and the cold will always overcome the warm. It's funny......how the Seasons Change.
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