Mason McCann heir to the Mccan pack next in line to be alpha after his father steps down, star quarter back for the Kennedy Highschool foot ball team, everything in his life seems to be going right as he takes the leap from man to wolf during the pa...
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"I jumped in the river and what did I see? Black-eyed angels swam with me A moon full of stars and astral cars All the things I used to see"— Radiohead
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Sometimes I think about everything and everyone . I sit down looking outside my window and I stare at outside , this could go on for about an hour. This town was grey and green but sometimes there was a beauty to it , the kind of beauty you find in sadness . in those times on those days where I'd sit there and stare out my window as if I was trying to figure out a painting I'd think about humanity.
I'd think about how I'm floating on a rock in the middle of space surronded by everything and yet nothing at all. The other day I cut myself on accident . I stepped on something it Pierced the sole of my foot. I sat down and removed said thing but I began bleeding. there isn't anything extraordinary about that I'm sure it could happen to anyone but for whatever reason it felt like I was relearning something. I touched the blood with my finger and stared at it as if I was trying to figure it out. As if I'd never seen anything like it before. I began smearing it on the skin just above my foot.
I'd forgotten my own mortality, i had forgotten my own fragility , I had forgotten my own vulnerability. I thought about that as I looked out the window. I am blood and bone and everything found in the world but then I am gone , never to be again. It's kind of funny don't you think to be surrounded by everything but nothing. To be everything but to also be nothing.
I'm nothing more then a fleeting sound in the wind , stealing space and air till I can steal no longer. Till I myself am stolen. In the time that I take , in the time that existence has been forced upon me I should never know myself or what I could be. I'll become a product like something you'd buy at a store . Molded and shaped crafted by the will of others that are more powerful then my own ,for others , by others but never truly for myself.
I think about that, I think about ignorance, injustice, famine, war, disease I think about these unpleasant things and find myself ready to move on. To become dirt to devolve into nothingness my true form.
On certain days my self righteousness takes me and I fancy myself fit to rule or govern convincing myself if I could just impose my way of thought on everyone the world around me would be a better place, the intention is good, narcissistic but good. it is those days that I reckon contradict the very idea itself. I'm no better then the next , wandering till I've fallen even if I am more aware of it.
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" finn what time is it?" I groaned as I shifted in bed
