"My world is devoid of hope. It's a world where all I hear is the sound of outside voices and the screams of those I kill. Where all I see is the black surface of an ocean reflecting a moon that is always a crescent, and the scarlet river that tears me in two, the river filled with the blood I have spilled. The river may not be real, but at some point, reality and imagination merge together, so Ты can no longer discern them from one another. At some point, it just won't matter anymore," Taylor whispered, resting her forehead against the spotted mirror that hung in her room.
How strange that humans thought Вампиры could not be seen in a mirror. She had mused this before, but it never failed to confuse her. She did exist, the vividly real fact of her existence proved that much.
Filled with a sudden rage, she swung her fist into the silver oval. It shattered, tiny particles of white dust fluttering out, triangles of glass raining down on the floor.
"Breaking glass. No, no, no. I can't break glass," Taylor muttered, her breath hitching, she shoulders shaking with the sobs that threatened to escape her throat.
The tears that ran down her face were the same inky black of her blood. Why did everything have to be the same?
She gripped the edge of the vanity таблица to support herself.
Where are you? I know you're there, Taylor. I know you're alive. Breaking glass always did that to you, didn't it? Taylor looked up, startled. The voice came from nowhere in particular, it just...came.
She's heard that voice before. Where? Why was it so cryptic? Why was it coming from her mind?
"You had to leave me!" she screamed, not knowing why she was doing so. Somehow, there was anger in her voice. She was screaming at something that did not exist, a mere voice. A voice in her head.
The voice did not make itself known, no matter how she asked it.
She resigned herself to pounding the wall, in some way begging release from herself.
How did a voice hold such emotion, particularly as she'd never heard it before, she was sure.
It spoke with an air of familiarity, as if it knew her. Extremely well.
Breaking glass. Had her сердце been shattered, shattered and broken like the mirror, whose pieces lay on the floor around her feet?
Broken. The word sounded so blunt, so shallow, and yet it spoke of unseen depths of sorrow and of so many hidden meanings.
Almost like a scar, a scar being traced by someone who knew nothing of how it had come to be there.
Nothing. It sounded like an echo. Fitting, as the people who felt like nothing feel like just an echo, fading each секунда a little more. Fading like ripples, the mere proof that something had been there, but with no other reason for just simply being.
I'm fading. I'll fade if I don't find you. Taylor thought, wishing the voice could hear it.
How strange that humans thought Вампиры could not be seen in a mirror. She had mused this before, but it never failed to confuse her. She did exist, the vividly real fact of her existence proved that much.
Filled with a sudden rage, she swung her fist into the silver oval. It shattered, tiny particles of white dust fluttering out, triangles of glass raining down on the floor.
"Breaking glass. No, no, no. I can't break glass," Taylor muttered, her breath hitching, she shoulders shaking with the sobs that threatened to escape her throat.
The tears that ran down her face were the same inky black of her blood. Why did everything have to be the same?
She gripped the edge of the vanity таблица to support herself.
Where are you? I know you're there, Taylor. I know you're alive. Breaking glass always did that to you, didn't it? Taylor looked up, startled. The voice came from nowhere in particular, it just...came.
She's heard that voice before. Where? Why was it so cryptic? Why was it coming from her mind?
"You had to leave me!" she screamed, not knowing why she was doing so. Somehow, there was anger in her voice. She was screaming at something that did not exist, a mere voice. A voice in her head.
The voice did not make itself known, no matter how she asked it.
She resigned herself to pounding the wall, in some way begging release from herself.
How did a voice hold such emotion, particularly as she'd never heard it before, she was sure.
It spoke with an air of familiarity, as if it knew her. Extremely well.
Breaking glass. Had her сердце been shattered, shattered and broken like the mirror, whose pieces lay on the floor around her feet?
Broken. The word sounded so blunt, so shallow, and yet it spoke of unseen depths of sorrow and of so many hidden meanings.
Almost like a scar, a scar being traced by someone who knew nothing of how it had come to be there.
Nothing. It sounded like an echo. Fitting, as the people who felt like nothing feel like just an echo, fading each секунда a little more. Fading like ripples, the mere proof that something had been there, but with no other reason for just simply being.
I'm fading. I'll fade if I don't find you. Taylor thought, wishing the voice could hear it.
I thought it would be a good idea to try and write goodbye
but i was stuck when I realized there were too many lovely things to write about.
and not enough words invented yet to say them aloud.
and i know there are a number of things wrong with this,
but i really don't want to fix it right now.
i don't feel like doing anything but sitting upside down
but trust me, when it comes down
to having the choice of being right..
или protecting you, I'll be wrong every single time.
Because it's just who I am...
but i was stuck when I realized there were too many lovely things to write about.
and not enough words invented yet to say them aloud.
and i know there are a number of things wrong with this,
but i really don't want to fix it right now.
i don't feel like doing anything but sitting upside down
but trust me, when it comes down
to having the choice of being right..
или protecting you, I'll be wrong every single time.
Because it's just who I am...
OK so i was walking down the street...all alone...in the rain...not happy but not sad ether...when suddenly I ran into a магнолия tree!I don't know how I didn't see it...or why it was in the middle of the road-but it was there and when I looked at it I saw it was the biggest магнолия I had ever seen;it was absolutely GINORMOUS!it to be at least as tall as a skyscraper. I couldn't even see the top.Now what is the easiest way to get past a tree? Go around it of course! but when i looked there was a wall!Two walls!on ether side of the дерево that prevented me from passing(again,how didn't I see this before?)It was not an ordinary
Стена ether,and must have taken allot of work to build because it was as tall,or taller than the tree!so I was stuck with a магнолия and two walls
what was I to do?turn back?I had come too far!so knowing this,what do Ты think I did?What would Ты have done?
Стена ether,and must have taken allot of work to build because it was as tall,or taller than the tree!so I was stuck with a магнолия and two walls
what was I to do?turn back?I had come too far!so knowing this,what do Ты think I did?What would Ты have done?
I look at the old photographs. It kills me to see him smile. I've only heard about him. I hear he would have loved me. I hear he was nice. I hear that he was a good dad. I hear he was an okay husband. I hear that he would have made a good grandfather. It's not fair. It kills me when my dad talks about him. My dad сказал(-а) one of his last words to him were "Dont miss me when I'm gone." Those words run through my head. день and night and keep me up thinking of him. Why did he have to go? I pray he's okay and fine in heaven. I pretend he's still here. If only he were ... I miss him....
I guess he's just....
Hard to Let Go
Dedicated to my grandfather I miss Ты ... even if I never met Ты =,[
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I guess he's just....
Hard to Let Go
Dedicated to my grandfather I miss Ты ... even if I never met Ты =,[
Далее journal entry coming up in few please
R&R
Thanks!!