A short little something dedicated to a certain person… I’d say it’s poetry, but it’s not. It’s a ‘something’.
James’ Mother called it a blessing, being ready for every situation. James called it a curse, mainly because he never got a day to himself. [AJoFT Part One]
“I reached for the stars, but nothing came back.” Continue on for a very, very short story of sorts… because… art.
(My title is deceiving.)
Usually this would get written in my journal and never reach the light of day… but I guess today is the day to share with the internet… all my issues. After all, I did it last time didn’t I? Ug.
This is the part where I try very, very hard to write something I should have written long, long ago. I try very, very hard not to sink to the levels that other people have put before me. And where I share… everything… on the internet. Great.
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. Each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops.
So here is… a movie review! About one of the best movies I’ve ever watched!
This is where the magic happens. Not on the streets to glory, but on the paths marked with sorrow.
I placed everything down before me and knelt beside my brother; the fighting was no longer worth it. None of this fighting.
He took my hand.
I didn’t turn away this time.
In the midst of all the dead bodies we’d placed there, we prayed.
((Just a little short I came up with… that will probably be featured in one way or another, in some really long story! One day!!))