"So much of what is best in us is bound up in our love of family, that it remains the measure of our stability because it measures our sense of loyalty. All other pacts of love or fear derive from it and are modeled upon it." , said Haniel Long.
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Light,
I could feel it ,I was drowning in it.
Light. So warm and welcoming, so delicate as if it could disappear in a moment,making me fear and dread the moment I would open my eyes,
And so ,I kept my eyes closed.
People say that it is love that makes the world go round. -snickers- how foolish can one be...
Naïveté. It is the very thought of wonderfulness that makes people thrive into the future. -laughs- how blind can they be...
I stand in front of the beaming light ,frightened. The wind blows through my hair. The rain pours down. It was such a bright area ,but they destroyed it with their need. The need to be the one holding the strings. Manipulating fate into their hands. How could fate be so naïve ,a question I ask myself each passing day.
We walk amongst the devil children ,yet we are the feathers of a fallen nation. One who can not bare the sight of the light ,will change our path.
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