Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2014 11:10:43 GMT -5
Haven't RPed in a while so just putting this up for the hell of it. Nothing big, nothing more than just a few paragraphs.
Have you ever woken up one day to realize that everything you thought was true ... everything that you've held dear was actually nothing more than an anticipative apiration of your own desire? Have you ever found yourself lingering in doubt after you've discovered the core of your own stupidity? A foolishness that causes you to leap, when you should have stepped. An irresponsibility that allows you to drown yourself in the aspect of one, while neglecting to notice all that you've allowed to crumble around you. The irrational notion that happiness can only be attained through one measure. By now, it is almost too late, for you have lost yourself in the maze that is the facade you've allowed to be constructed around you. Empty ... barren ... and cold is that cavity tucked neatly behind your ribs, which once had contained your heart. All that you have sacrificed in vein pales in comparison to the final offering you have laid at the feet of that which you desire. Cleaved from your very bosom, you look upon it. What once had been vibrant and strong, healthy and with life, pumping the very essence of your existence throughout every artery and vein within you ... has been reduced to a blackened, brittle ... vulnerable frailty. It crumbles at your fingertips and returns to the dust from whence it had been forged. You understand that there is nothing left of yourself. There is nothing more to give, for all has been exhausted.
The heart seeks out what it has given away. Yearning for life, it beats strong and true for the one whom it has been given. Though what happens when the heart pursues that very same tenderness and devotion it has poured out ... and does not find it there in return? Well that in when the heart must be split into two, as it searches out a reciprocation of what it has given away. It is when the realization that devotion shall never be returned, finally has rushed upon the heart ... that it becomes blackened and decayed. No life may remain within and crumble and die it shall. When you have given this much away ... you have given away to another soul, the ability to destroy you. Should they take such opportunity, it shall only, and always be you who suffers the consequence. The mind, the body ... and perhaps even the soul may be decieved ... the heart however, cannot. It is the mind that allows the heart to become victim to the most horrific of assaults. Because those assaults that wage war on the inside ... are the deepest wounds to ever heal. It is not a matter of if you shall succumb to the injuries ... the afflictions ... but rather, it is a matter of when.
Have you ever woken up one day to realize that everything you thought was true ... everything that you've held dear was actually nothing more than an anticipative apiration of your own desire? Have you ever found yourself lingering in doubt after you've discovered the core of your own stupidity? A foolishness that causes you to leap, when you should have stepped. An irresponsibility that allows you to drown yourself in the aspect of one, while neglecting to notice all that you've allowed to crumble around you. The irrational notion that happiness can only be attained through one measure. By now, it is almost too late, for you have lost yourself in the maze that is the facade you've allowed to be constructed around you. Empty ... barren ... and cold is that cavity tucked neatly behind your ribs, which once had contained your heart. All that you have sacrificed in vein pales in comparison to the final offering you have laid at the feet of that which you desire. Cleaved from your very bosom, you look upon it. What once had been vibrant and strong, healthy and with life, pumping the very essence of your existence throughout every artery and vein within you ... has been reduced to a blackened, brittle ... vulnerable frailty. It crumbles at your fingertips and returns to the dust from whence it had been forged. You understand that there is nothing left of yourself. There is nothing more to give, for all has been exhausted.
The heart seeks out what it has given away. Yearning for life, it beats strong and true for the one whom it has been given. Though what happens when the heart pursues that very same tenderness and devotion it has poured out ... and does not find it there in return? Well that in when the heart must be split into two, as it searches out a reciprocation of what it has given away. It is when the realization that devotion shall never be returned, finally has rushed upon the heart ... that it becomes blackened and decayed. No life may remain within and crumble and die it shall. When you have given this much away ... you have given away to another soul, the ability to destroy you. Should they take such opportunity, it shall only, and always be you who suffers the consequence. The mind, the body ... and perhaps even the soul may be decieved ... the heart however, cannot. It is the mind that allows the heart to become victim to the most horrific of assaults. Because those assaults that wage war on the inside ... are the deepest wounds to ever heal. It is not a matter of if you shall succumb to the injuries ... the afflictions ... but rather, it is a matter of when.
