I crawled into my bed and under my sheets at the end of the night as my tiredness pulled me into sleep. Or at least I pray it was sleep.
I remember waking in the middle of the night and grimly opening my eyes. I stared at my clock on the other side of the room and read the time.
4:22am
I began to close my eyes as I felt a shiver all throughout my body and up my spine. My fingers curled and twitched without my consent to do so. It was then some kind of force made me open my eyes again and I saw a dark shadow in the shape of a human fly across the room passed my mirror.
In most cases, this is when people wake up or sit up straight with a
I’ve met some who believe hopeful isn’t a word. Some who believe it always has been. Other who say the word should always be spilt in two, leaving an empty space between them. But then it becomes hope – ful.
Now a once beautiful word means the contrary. There becomes a space between the two words, leaving only darkness and emptiness between them. Separating the life of the word and taking away its true sense. Now meaning there is nothing there, and nothing in the word. Split in half, hope – ful now becomes hope – less.
I guess you could say, I am hope – ful to escape the emptiness w
Sometimes I really wish that I was crazy, just so I could prove everybody wrong. To say that I was going insane and you all mocked me for something that I really am. But there are the times that I pray I’m not for the fear of losing my senses. Because the truth is, I don’t know. I don’t know if I’m really seeing things or if it’s all part of a dream. If I’m really feeling the things I do in this crazy world or just imagining it. If the voices in my head are real or made up. Or if the struggles I go through day to day are just in my head. I mean, that’s what people tell me. But, what if they r
One day when I die, I don’t want to be buried like all the other lost souls in this world. I don’t want to become part of the ground. When I die, and my body detaches from my soul, I wish I knew, but who knows where I’ll go. When I’m gone, I want my ashes to be set free from the top of a mountain. From the top, let me go in a strong wind with the ice and snow. Take a deep breathe, and let me go down the mountain, so I may ride one last time. Set me free with the wind, and follow me down the rest of the way. Let me fly and be free in the wind, snow and cold. Let me ride, and let me fly once last time, so
After Ahsoka Left: Chapter 2 - Leaving by vpmassey, literature
Literature
After Ahsoka Left: Chapter 2 - Leaving
“Anikin?” Obi Wan’s voice called from his Comm. “Anikin are you there?”
Anikin brought his wrist to his chin and spoke, “Yeah, what is it?”
“Come meet master Yoda and I for a meeting, quickly if you please.”
“What is this about?”
“Uhhhh, its better if you wait and see,” Obi Wan said and the signal went out.
Anikin grunted as he headed to the council room. He headed up the elevator as the doors opened into the room. Obi Wan and Master Yoda were in the room. Yoda was sitting in his chair with his eyes shut as Obi Wan was standing by the window with his hand on
I crawled into my bed and under my sheets at the end of the night as my tiredness pulled me into sleep. Or at least I pray it was sleep.
I remember waking in the middle of the night and grimly opening my eyes. I stared at my clock on the other side of the room and read the time.
4:22am
I began to close my eyes as I felt a shiver all throughout my body and up my spine. My fingers curled and twitched without my consent to do so. It was then some kind of force made me open my eyes again and I saw a dark shadow in the shape of a human fly across the room passed my mirror.
In most cases, this is when people wake up or sit up straight with a
I’ve met some who believe hopeful isn’t a word. Some who believe it always has been. Other who say the word should always be spilt in two, leaving an empty space between them. But then it becomes hope – ful.
Now a once beautiful word means the contrary. There becomes a space between the two words, leaving only darkness and emptiness between them. Separating the life of the word and taking away its true sense. Now meaning there is nothing there, and nothing in the word. Split in half, hope – ful now becomes hope – less.
I guess you could say, I am hope – ful to escape the emptiness w
Sometimes I really wish that I was crazy, just so I could prove everybody wrong. To say that I was going insane and you all mocked me for something that I really am. But there are the times that I pray I’m not for the fear of losing my senses. Because the truth is, I don’t know. I don’t know if I’m really seeing things or if it’s all part of a dream. If I’m really feeling the things I do in this crazy world or just imagining it. If the voices in my head are real or made up. Or if the struggles I go through day to day are just in my head. I mean, that’s what people tell me. But, what if they r
One day when I die, I don’t want to be buried like all the other lost souls in this world. I don’t want to become part of the ground. When I die, and my body detaches from my soul, I wish I knew, but who knows where I’ll go. When I’m gone, I want my ashes to be set free from the top of a mountain. From the top, let me go in a strong wind with the ice and snow. Take a deep breathe, and let me go down the mountain, so I may ride one last time. Set me free with the wind, and follow me down the rest of the way. Let me fly and be free in the wind, snow and cold. Let me ride, and let me fly once last time, so
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