We love to think that we gave life to honour, to passion, to love. That may be so, but
A spilling of blood, sprout.
Animate us pushing flower blooming, but don't know what kind of flower
Some may eat us. Some will erupt and kill us
Some can't even grow fully
It has been a year since the seeds stopped sprouting.
The boy by the sea sat on a bench, clutching his bag with his head bowed. A mass grave lay buried below him. the coral reef, an entire ecosystem.
Man forged values
Gave life to honor
Courage
Love
But time of death: began almost as its birth
Today I saw a Miracle. A sprout of the righteous.
Amidst all the deaths my generation has wrought unto this earth, you have given me new life.
Life is sprouting again. His tears were trickling down his cheeks. Don't fail it.
Reclamation
The race began the moment he awoke at the starting point. He was running, that's good, but running in the wrong direction. The judges call out warnings, shouted at him to turn back, but that just made him run faster. He was soon gone beyond saving. Wouldn't it be better for him to stay still rather than to move further and further away from the goals in life?
Every step he took in the wrong direction cost him dearly.
He had to accept his flaws, to stop following his own instincts and learn the rules of the race.
Perhaps he will earn reprieve
when people talk about traveling into the past, they fear of radically changing the present by doing something small.
He got up, and dragged his heels into the building. The lights in the elevators dazed him
I've.. been trying to avoid you
restrict restrain
An Ashwood Stick, raining ribs with pain
goldfish's perspective from its bowl, watching cult members disembowel people to bring fertility to the land again.
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