I always knew I was going to die. You might think that something that was in such an early stage of life wouldn't know of such things, but you see, I am fairly intelligent, and I knew I was going to die the moment I was created. It's a harsh concept to grasp, but immortality is nonexistent, and so everyone must die at some point. It's simply one more hardship for us to live with. However, I must say, I never thought I was going to die this early in my life.
The warm summer sun had painted the world outside the kitchen window a faint orange, tossing shadows behind every standing object. I was sitting on the cool marble counter that
I always knew I was going to die. You might think that something that was in such an early stage of life wouldn't know of such things, but you see, I am fairly intelligent, and I knew I was going to die the moment I was created. It's a harsh concept to grasp, but immortality is nonexistent, and so everyone must die at some point. It's simply one more hardship for us to live with. However, I must say, I never thought I was going to die this early in my life.
The warm summer sun had painted the world outside the kitchen window a faint orange, tossing shadows behind every standing object. I was sitting on the cool marble counter that
The sunset was soft behind the rainclouds, cold and windy in the early April evening. Gravel roads were wet, and the grass was finally green, after the freezing months of grey and brown. We drove over hills, recklessly, past scattered farm houses, barking dogs running behind us. Smoke replaced the words in passing over our lips, and music raged over the roaring in the open windows.
It was times like these, some anthem of sex, drugs, and heartache blaring, cigarette resting between my fingers, that I felt content with living in every second, not mulling over regrets, not worrying about tomorrows. For a few hours, we could pretend to be free.
The Endless End-of-Summer by iLuvStrawberries, literature
Literature
The Endless End-of-Summer
The Endless End-of-Summer
Trapped inside a snowglobe,
Swirling sunshine on repeat,
Came the Endless End-of-Summer,
Spent jumping off docks,
Ducking through corn,
Leaves ripping rashes in our arms,
While the bees whispered secrets in our ears.
And stagnant water never looked so clear
Here,
The only thing between you, and infinity,
Is a bridge.
So stay close to the rails, mind the gap,
And welcome to the dry side of the damn.
And all who inhabit it.
It's been quite some time. Shit's gone down. You know how it is.
Anyway, yeah. I haven't checked devart in months, and I thought I'd revive my dying account. Maybe I'll even post some new things. Ha.
Well, I suppose that's it. Here's an inspirational quote:
"To truly live, you gotta fucking deal with shit that you never saw coming. And it's how you deal with that shit that fucking defines you as a human being." -Zacky Vengeance.
And here's a humorous quote:
"Imagine that you are a gigantic Australian man, and someone came into your home and fucked your wife! You would murder him, and then make a hat out of his sk