Anthem: My real dreamlife is like a romance, turbulent and tragic in points, happy in some, but when it ends and we're all in our places, you will see that some things that you did were dumb, some things i did were dumb, and somethings you did saved your life five times over and saved mine a few more, and vice versa for me too. As an author I believe that life is like a story, good things, bad things, villains, and heros...I just don't know which part anyone plays or where the happily ever after lies. So, while you know where your heart is and while i'm finding mine, just remember that. Everything you said and everything you did, good or bad or whatever, made me who I am in some partial way along with everything else in my life, and all I've done has done the same to you. Doesn't it feel amazing to be part of something so great like that?More Like This
The simple truth is that I'm a fickle person, grounded in logic that plagues and construes the intentions of the h
Live What do you do when all that you know is pain, all you expect is cruelty, and all that you see is misery, then one day its all taken away. Instead of scornful glances you get smiles and waves. Insults and cruel words are replaced with compliments and kindness, and youre no longer alone, but someone holds you close and tells you everything is alright? How can you believe them when all your life youve been looking around the corner with an erratic pulse and a head full of paranoia and fear waiting to be released? How do you know if theyre not just waiting to make you weak then knock you down once more? What do you do when you cant tell the truth from a lie, when thats the one thing your lifes always depended on? Who are you if theres nothing to rely on to show that youll fall, that youre weak and everythings going to come crashing down? Is it really any kind ofMore Like This
WarIts dark and I can hear the corps-rats scurrying around our trench, I can hear the spine trembling screams of soldiers as they fall to the ground with a thump.More Like This
I can hear the gunfire around me and I can almost imagine the blood covered bodies taking in their last breath, saying a silent farewell to their captured families.
I can feel the ground shake as yet another ear splitting explosion creates another small crater in the no-mans land. I can picture the soldiers crawling away with just one arm or no legs, calling out for help that will never come.
The muddy battlegrounds that carry on for miles, covered in craters, trenches, rats, bodies and blood, have become something that I can easily ignore. I no longer take any notice of what I can see, but only of what I can hear.
The battle cries and explosions that are loud enough to make your ears bleed are music to my ears. Im a coward that is too scared to run away from the horrible sights I can see. Instead I will run ov