It pierced.
It piercied so easily.
The sword,i mean
It went right triugh my organs,right trough my stomach and to the other side.
I didn t feel cold.
I didn t think i would die.
I lost the fear of death and even kife a long time ago
So,it just felt like a pinch or a step on a lego piece.
Lego piece?
I would step on thouse
But,alas,whouse name shall i pring qith me while passing?
Anyway,that doesn t matter.
What matters is,even if the blade doesn t hurt,the gesture is
Well,it is quite rude.
So,I raised my head and my eyes to see the do-er
But alas,the sword was in my hands.
It is,rather funny.
With all of the scares onnthr back,you never expect one given from the front.
It doesn t hurt as much,tho
Or maybe it does
The pain isn t really comparable.
It s like searching for a needle in a bunch of hay.
Or searching for hay ina. Bunch of needles.
Who can tell the difference anyway?
And what difference does it make to have that one needle from the haystack if I can just aswell search from a needle in the needle stack?
It would hurt,for sure,to swim in them.
But i don t settle for anything less than the perfect needle.
The sharppest,most glowing and beautiful one.
Shame is,I soon as I take one out of the needle stack,it jumps in the hay stuck.
So I go search for the other one,untill there is only one stack.
Alas,i am hurting now,so I go search for the most beaitiful,most warm thread of hay.
But that thread jumps in the empty space,and the following that I searched for does the same.
Alas,why so much jumping?
