it wasn't always that he had felt like this. he was someone who had carved intimacy, love and acceptance but was purely defeated by his own never ending fear. Oh, what's our purpose, what's life. When you're deprived of love and acceptance, what is their to live for. The never ending cycle, that's what he'd like to call it... the never ending cycle of life. How much he wanted to feel, to feel something, yet, here was was facing pain for reassurance, for safety. He's always been different, loving others, setting himself on fire to comfort the warmth of the people around him. A simple waste. There he stood, blindly admiring the beauty of the world, the nature, yet, he was never in the picture. What was the point of building a facade of pure happiness in his mind when nothing was reality, oh, how much he loved false hope, and that made him so special. Consumed by his dreams to cope, to escape the burning siege of everyone around him. How much he'd hope for understanding, for love, but deep down he knew, it was him... well, against him. Life was short, it was endless yet he was blinded, nothing was real. Humans are made to hate, to feel, but he simply couldn't. It was his time to go, to departure, maybe not now, but eventually. He was his own lit candle, consumed by his own fears until death, that was going to be the end of him. How much I love him, his hopeless "careless" self, someone who had craved acceptance, someone who was simply misunderstood by the world. His need for anger, for reaction had deprived from his desire to feel, to feel anything, even if that meant your closest ones leaving you. He wanted to feel. I love him. In a world like this, there's no escape... there's none. Goodbye world, he would say... goodbye.
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forever lost
Historia Cortaa short story about a boy who's simply lost throughout his own consciousness. an individual who can't feel... they're determined to do ANYTHING to feel.. so what will they choose? life or suffrage? we'll never know... DISCLAIMER: mention of some da...
