" It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live. " -Marcus Aurelius.
8 years ago '10-11-2011':
The trees were whistling near my ear, the soft breeze passing as it's carresse would break my skin and shatter it to millions of pieces. the proud moon was shinning , looking at his children begging for new chances with a sad smile. I stood in the middle of this chaos, admiring this unknown beauty. It looked so calm, for a normal person, it was madly silent. but trough these eyes , it was a whole ball i was witnessing. The trees were humming a soft melody, the breeze was gigling, the transparent clouds were dancing in the dark sky, fighting the stars who want to mark there territory, begging for attention, shining through the curtens made by there ennemies.
as they continued there symphony, a small cry was heard, a whiney voice, asking for help;
-mommy, I'm falling, I think I'm falling mommy...
YOU ARE READING
Those who fear the stars...
FantasyWe were all born with only two fears ... Just two fears, the first is being dropped and the second is loud voices ... We could walk right through a balcony, walk strait of an open window, stick our hand in a dog's mouth or put it on a frying pan...
