witcharts

@the-cursed-idiot 
          There is a story in my english text book where a boy has a childhood fear of water. As he grows into his teens, he decides his fear is too old to still be vaild. So he takes a leap towards bravery and makes way to a small swimming pool. There, a kid comes, who is double the child's size and quite bulky. The kid, had a habit of fooling around, so he threw the boy into the water.
          
          The boy thinks its alright at first. He plans that when his feet touch the bottom, he will use his legs to push himself back up. The first time its of no use, the second time his strength gave up on him. And he starts falling unconcious. And as he is about to faint he says to himself "the water isnt so bad. Look at how quiet it is. Look at how its seizing my terror into its arms. Arms warmer than my mothers" 

witcharts

@the-cursed-idiot 
          I stopped looking at the surface for a helping hand long ago. Now all i look at is the oceans night sky. All the dead souls here roam quietly, engulf you in silent hugs, and sing sweet lullaby's to make you feel at home. Im not used to light. And i dont want be either. The future can hold whatever it wishes.