So sorry for not posting for a couple weeks! I've been battling my inner self lately, leaving no room for myself to do other things. Here is a little something I wrote to keep you interested until I can post something a bit more well thought out.
Walking down the hallway completely begrudged. Both equally acting as if they had lost a dear friend. The expression on their faces shone similar acts of angst and pain, angry towards the world when all it did was shelter them from a storm that it now let them sleep in the eye of. It didn't matter that they had everything going for them. They didn't want that. They wanted happiness in a world full of pain and struggle and when realization of an idiotic cover unfolded and the true world laid before them. They deflated like a mother does when she finds her son's shattered pieces laying over the bed next to a .45 and flooded in a sea of red soaking into broken memories. These kids were broken, born into a world of hate and disgust. With no hope for anything but like the adolescent incompetent children that they were, they trudged on dreaming of a day when they could awake with a reason to push on. I reason bigger than their idiotic dream of it.
