In the arms of [Death] ((Cici))
Aug 14, 2012 3:06:59 GMT -5
Post by kiah on Aug 14, 2012 3:06:59 GMT -5
SASKIA CORBY
[When you lose something close to your heart, you learn to move on. You have to learn… because if you don’t you might as well have given up at life. If you don’t move, you can’t move on with life… You have to put things behind you, no matter how hard it might tear at your heart… the past is the past, and there is no way to turn back time, there is no way to change what had happened, even if you wished with all your heart. It’s like if have lost something, that you know you will never be able to find, you search and search, hoping that it will come back to you, when you know there is no hope… that is the same for me. I have wished, cried my heart out, screamed my silent wants, but yet she has failed to come back to me … I have failed to find her, and now it is time to let go and move on with the path that life has set out for me.
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The sun hides behind the clouds today, too shy to let its rays of warmth to touch the life that is sheltered by the clouds. If you stare closely at the sky you can see the slight glow of the sun, as it remains hidden from sight. Hiding. The clouds are like a mask for the sun, the sun deciding whether it wants to reveal all or stay hidden... Most people say that the sun is something that brings happiness. Something that brings life, and blesses those that are able to feel its warmth. I have never been able to feel the warmth that the sun brings. Life has never given me a chance.
Finally when I thought that the rays of the sun might be able to touch me, that I might be able to feel its warmth, it was torn away from me. Finally when I thought I might actually be happy, my hope tumble to the ground. Finally when I had found a family that loved me, we were torn apart. So that warmth that I had longed for now seems so far away.
The streets that surround me a dirty, grubby, something that the capitol would consider inhabitable. But they quiet gladly let us live here. Let the people who have no hope for life, live in a place that matches. The place contained no happiness, yes it contained life, and well I would hardly call it life, more like the walking dead. A place where the sun ceased to reach any of us. I lived in the more shabby part of the district, the part that seemed to be crawling with people who wait for death to welcome them. -
Death
Seems like a funny words, a word the people would usually cringe away from, a word that would bring depression to a happy family, a family that had been touched by the sounds rays, only to have it torn away from them… But here where I lived the word was welcomed. Deep down no one really wants to die. No one really wants to give up on life… But when nothing is left for you in this life, what is the point in continuing on with this life? If it is only going to bring you grief, trauma, sadness... Where I live people only live for the sake of the people who they love, when all they really want is a ticket out of this nightmare in which they live through. After all, who wants to live through starvation? Disease? Knowing that at any moment that would die… that goes around a lot in this part of town. It wasn’t unusual to see a body on the side of the street, it was common…
Then you may ask why I still live, why I haven’t given up at this life, just taken the ticket out of here? Well because if I leave now, How was the person that meant more than anything to me, meant to continue on with life? He has gone through so much death over the past year, losing all the people that meant everything to him, but yet he is continuing on with life. He still believes that maybe in the near future the rays if the sun might find him, and bring him the happiness that he so deserves. So if he can live on with life, then surely I can…
Bundled at the corner of the grimy street sits the place that I call my home. It is one of the smallest sheds in this part of town, but to me it was all I needed to call home. But home wasn’t where I was heading, because heading home meant seeing Jerrome, and he needed space, something that I could give him… So instead of continuing down the street, I took a detour and headed further and further into the wilderness, in which is called District 8. I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew is that I needed to getaway for a while; I needed to escape all the sadness and death, and grief that threatened to end me. I wish, even if it is just once, that the sun rays would touch me, a fill me with warmth, and the feeling of love… just one I wish I could have a reason o be happy.