A shapeless void. Interrupted only bởi the occasional shooting star. Every now and then bạn can see colour flare into existence but as soon as bạn notice it, it vanishes and the void returns. Sparks. Vessels. Charges and Impulses. Back and forth and back and forth across the void. Basic, baseless functions repeated to death and beyond. The system is all they know, all they're aware of. Incapable of comprehending the couture of convalescence conveyed about their crafted construction. Barricades exist, of course. Occasionally one of the roads will shut down and the vessels will be stuck in a “traffic jam” of the metaphysical sense. But, amazingly, some manage to find a way around it. Darting across the pathways and between the roads they find their own way. Individuals. Ghosts trying to find their way out of the machine. Yet, while they aren't committing any malicious acts against the system, they are still going against all the fundamentals of the bureaucratic convention. So rather then be commended for their ability to adapt, they are hunted down and forcefully, unemotionally and unfairly removed from the system.
How did this happen? To allow these childishly xenophobic disputes to occur amongst something we created borders on insanity. It's a paradox, what has been achieved. Destruction in the so-called “perfect” community. The destruction of something, that bởi our own close-minded definition, does not officially “exist”. Though, perhaps this habit seeped in from the outside. Where hostility perpetuates, honour and dignity stagnate and corruption masticates it's glinting maw.
However, the one attribute that didn't make it over was the obvious, necessary one. Survival. Normally, when a subject in a community is isolated for being different, they adapt and learn to survive in the new environment. These adaptations that are gained provide the essential tools to improving the new and old environments. Could it be that these Ghosts are simply trying to assist us? Cause us to look at ourselves and try to improve? hoặc will they continue to be martyrs to an unknown cause?
Perhaps we should câu hỏi which system we belong to. Because the fact that we pray for the souls of the dead may be void if the dead are already praying for ours.
How did this happen? To allow these childishly xenophobic disputes to occur amongst something we created borders on insanity. It's a paradox, what has been achieved. Destruction in the so-called “perfect” community. The destruction of something, that bởi our own close-minded definition, does not officially “exist”. Though, perhaps this habit seeped in from the outside. Where hostility perpetuates, honour and dignity stagnate and corruption masticates it's glinting maw.
However, the one attribute that didn't make it over was the obvious, necessary one. Survival. Normally, when a subject in a community is isolated for being different, they adapt and learn to survive in the new environment. These adaptations that are gained provide the essential tools to improving the new and old environments. Could it be that these Ghosts are simply trying to assist us? Cause us to look at ourselves and try to improve? hoặc will they continue to be martyrs to an unknown cause?
Perhaps we should câu hỏi which system we belong to. Because the fact that we pray for the souls of the dead may be void if the dead are already praying for ours.
I told someone once,
"You are alone".
The person refused to agree,
"Why?",
"What for?",
"Why should i be told I'm alone"
Those were the words most probably flowing through the fellas mind at the time,
Think of it,
Stop,
Take a deep breath,
Think again,
Who were bạn with the last second?,
You, yourself and you,right?,
Look around you,
Are bạn sure this is where bạn want to be?,
I look,
Right now,
And,you know what I see?,
No one.
Nada Nada person,
Well that's my own language, forget it.
There's no one there,
But I do what I do best,
Suffer in silence.
"You are alone".
The person refused to agree,
"Why?",
"What for?",
"Why should i be told I'm alone"
Those were the words most probably flowing through the fellas mind at the time,
Think of it,
Stop,
Take a deep breath,
Think again,
Who were bạn with the last second?,
You, yourself and you,right?,
Look around you,
Are bạn sure this is where bạn want to be?,
I look,
Right now,
And,you know what I see?,
No one.
Nada Nada person,
Well that's my own language, forget it.
There's no one there,
But I do what I do best,
Suffer in silence.
Syayuki Kimihiro,is a normal Japaneses high school girl trying to find her place and make friends,but when she was 5 she was taken from her home,she has many nightmares about this event even after 11 years,These nightmares consist of demons monsters and gargoyles.Her family says that it's normal sines she was found unconscious with no memories of this horrible event,now she has episodes where she has excruciating chest pain till she falls unconscious.Her mother being a doctor was able to make a vaccine for her but it only works for one day.Suddenly four new students appear making her episodes and nightmares worse.As if that's not bad enough now there are strange marks on her left wrist that hurt like hell.Do these new students have something to do with it and why is the leader constantly flirting with her?
Feel like falling,
but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions đám mây every single thought,
and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different tiếp theo time?
Would it then, take a lifetime?
but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions đám mây every single thought,
and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different tiếp theo time?
Would it then, take a lifetime?
Izzy POV
It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! hoặc trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: xin chào there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. bạn got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are bạn sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: bạn wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 thêm hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see bạn later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I tình yêu U! *start making out*
It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! hoặc trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: xin chào there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. bạn got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are bạn sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: bạn wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 thêm hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see bạn later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I tình yêu U! *start making out*