As all stories go, you get heroes, villians, onlookers, beasts, atrocities, knights in shining armour, a princess left for dead as an everlasting spell is cast upon her. Yet, as the story goes, there is always a happy ending. True loves kiss, fly away into the sky with no train to miss, eat with your family in the biggest dininghall, have a child who has your beloveds eyes and your brothers name. Happily ever after. But also, as all stories go...that isnt what really happens in the end. They keep making everything rose-coloured, shining, hopeful. Life is not just sunshine and roses. When you feel like you need to cry, cry. Dont just walk around with a dead piece of skin over your wrecked self. Be who you need to be, when you need to be, with whom youre meant to be. The world is a corrupt neverending pit of sadness, guilt and hardships. They wont care if you live or die. They wont trust you if you turn your back on them. They would you rip you limb from limb, one thing after the other, becoming hunters of their own kind: human nature, the worst kind in the world. The worst kind of thing that could make the desicions, win wars, do the math, pull out the hair. Its not fair to judge, but if it comes to judging your own kind...something falls into place. Obviously not all people are bad, but not all people are good. We have a bit of good and bad in all of us. Instincts. Reactions. Actions. The lot. I dont know what it would be like to not be human.
DEAR READER,
I'M NOT TRYING TO BORE YOU OR TO SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU. JUST WRITING DOWN MY THOUGHTS, THE MYSTERIES OF THE WORLD I PONDER OVER EVERYDAY. IT GIVES ME MEANING TO CAPTURE MY THOUGHTS ON PAPER. SOMETIMES I WONDER WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE TO NOT BE HUMAN OR MAYBE THE OPPOSITE SEX. IT FASCINATES ME EVERYDAY THAT EVERYTHING WAS MADE AS IT IS FOR A REASON. EVEN THE BAD THINGS, BECAUSE ONLY US HUMANS MAKES IT BAD. THINK TO YOURSELF NOW: HOW WAS IT BEFORE WE CAME? JUST SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT.
I HOPE YOU FIND MEANING IN MY CHATTERINGS. IT MIGHT NOT ALL MAKE SENSE, BUT ITS HOW MY BRAIN WORKS.
THANK YOU FOR MAKING TIME TO READ THIS.
-MJMAYBANKIE2003
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As all stories go
FantasyI am starting to write something And this is my introduction: As all stories go - not all is always well From what I can tell Nothing is ever well As I saw you fell From grace You broke your chains But not all is well You fell down and broke your...
