I guess there isn't really anything that's certian in this
world or the next. Not even death is certian, those in
mourning who wish to die, find that they don't even have
enough strength to die and those fighting for a chance to
live lose it. It's not really fair either, is it? All of us,
apparently, live for something. Me, I live because I'm
looking for something, and like everything else, I'm not
sure, but then again, what is anyone ever really sure of?
Love? Is it anything but a lost emotion, a link to a hidden
past we can't find, a happy ending in a fairy tale to sooth
a child as they dream. What is love other than the begining
of a heart break? We think animals incapable of love, to
kill for survival, to feed their young. And there's us, more
intelligent, with morals and feelings we watch as others
main and end the lives as those around us, we venture to
call these animals beasts. Our hearts, like silence, so
easily broken, with only a word. Yet hearts are made whole
again with he fleeting glance of a stranger who happens to
catch our eye, can we call that love? We raise our children
in a world of startling brutality, and I guess we can't
really call them children for to long, innocence being
stolen by the reckless acts of others, forcing them to grow
up at a pace they shouldn't grow at. Our faith is forsaken
fo science, who are we to believe in what we can't prove?
First impression are nothing, with layers of intruige and
treachery waiting to be revieled. In this world power is
limitless, and the powerfull have no limits, no price is to
high. It's not just me though, we're all searching for
something, maybe forgotten in our shadows. Looking for
something we tossed away in a useless attempt to find what
we're looking for. We search for glory and as we bask in our
regret we realise, what we're looking for is what we left
behind.