After which, I cleaned my room. During that process, I stumbled upon a bunch of things I had written my Freshman and Sophomore years in high school. The following are a few choice excerpts. Enjoy.
"He bore a childish smirk on his face as he stood leaning on the end of his rifle for support. His face was covered with filth. Even the 'whites' of his eyes appeared black. 'The object of war is not to die for your country, but to make the other bastard die for his,' he said as he stared off over the horizon. He often thought of himself as clever, quoting self proclaimed wise men like that."
Sophomore Year
"Life as we know it has already begun to change. The world has been wiped of its innocence, leaving no traces of its existence behind."
January 2005
"I worship the quicksand you walk in."
Freshman Year
"Beside brown eyes and under dark skies we wait out the annihilation."
Sophomore Year
"From the depths of a mirror, a corpse gazed back at me. This is the aftershock of my mistakes."
Sophomore Year
"Listen to the color of your dreams."
Sophomore Year
"Welcome to the real world. Welcome to the threshold of twisted truths where your every move is plagued by sub conscience insecurities that pick and pry at the vindications of your youth."
Sophomore Year
"Rattle the silence. Your words reek of destruction. Slamming against me."
Sophomore Year
"I am the shadow cast by your memory."
Freshman Year
Most of which are terrible, I know. You need not remind me. However, today they brought me peace. Which has in turn, saved my sanity today.
2 comments:
who is this about?
the writing is genius btw.
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