Abyss

Thoughts & Actions [Nicholas]

    Many people, many, many people. In just one small world. Why? Who gave us the luxury of life, what was their intention in doing so? But why am I asking questions like this, what is the point of doing so when there is no answer to any of them, well most. But the buzzing of thoughts in my head won't stop, just like the wind will never leave. It puzzles me, like how the word 'perfect' puzzles me. How people say death is a tragedy but in reality it is a truth that can not be proven false. Yes death is something many people don't like to think about. But being a rational person I can think about the topic quite easily. Though I usually think about questions more than answers. Meaning life is a question, but death, death is a answer.

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     My head would twitch as I walked through the ruined city. My hair would be ruffled by the harsh wind, my eyes blink away the dust that blew along the wind as if it were flowing through water. The sky was dark with the shadows of grey clouds. The wind constantly blew the hood of my hoodie off my head making me eventually give up on the effort of keeping it up.

    Other people walked around the city as well but they kept to themselves unlike the wounded who pleaded for help. As I walked a woman who was severed in half from her waist down pleaded for me to help her, she even crawled towards me. I walked right past her. Why should I help people like them, they would die anyways but even more so what would I gain from it?