Emoooooo. XD
Okay first off i would like to say i've been a virgin since 13, oops i mean 12. and secondly the stories are funny. XD and lastly the below story is something that i just came up with because i felt weird and wanted to write something about stuff falling off. i wanted to write leaf but for obvious reasons it would sound weird so i changed every leaf to petal and there you go you have a really lousy story with no link and it doesnt even make sense to me but its so limited to use language to express how you feel so i dunno why i even try rarr i'm ranting sorreh.
And please, if you find this doesnt make sense, ignore it and move on. XD i dunno why i even posted it here. sorry. just wanted to share sth with u guys. yupp.
A single petal falls to the ground.
He stares at it blankly, not understanding its significance. He is such a kid.
Another petal falls to the ground.
He starts to wonder, why the petals are falling. He looks up to see dozens of flowers above him, in the giant towering tree they call ....
Another petal falls to the ground.
Bending over, he picks up a petal and examines it. Within the petal its depth of colour enchanting and insinuating and tempting, alluring him to step within. And he does, mesmerized by its charm and beauty.
And he is such a kid, to be captivated by the superficial and common charm of a petal.
yet he is more, much, much more than the best of us all. Because he can be captivated so by the common charm of a petal.
The wind blows. A shower of petals rain upon him, drenching him in their fragrance.
He takes a deep breath of fresh air, taking in the moment, living in the present, uncaring about the future. or more significantly, the past. And he just stands there, breathing, living, existing, as if all in this world could be condensed to this simple moment, as if all he had to do, all he was to do, all he was destined to do, was to just take this magnifique picturesque snapshot of time and nature and life in its elemental beauty.
Suddenly, like breaking the spell or enchantment, he coughs.
The sound travels far and wide, to the furthest ends of the earth and the deepest depths of the oceans. it echoes and echoes, neverending, its harsh hacking sound penetrating the myth of serenity and permeating the atmosphere with its severity. In the instant, the shower of petals cease, and as he turns up to look he finds that there is but one petal left, hanging by a thread. THe cough pierces the momentary silence like a knife through skin, splitting it cleanly and leaving its markings forever etched in blood. .... is dying.
He is stunned by that realization. .... is dying.
maybe he isnt such a kid anymore.
he hears the little voices in his head, talking, whispering, shouting, cajoling, screaming, ordering, entertaining, trying to get a hold on him. ".... is dying!" they say. "shut up," he screams silently back at the tide of voices threatening to overwhelm him. "Listen to me" says a voice. "listen to us."
"BUT YOU GUYS SAID THAT HE AND SHE WOULD LAST FOREVER BUT THEY DIDNT." he retorted.
and that was that.
so is .... dying?
the petal still hangs by a thread, waiting for the answer.
If you know the answer will you tell me? please? just so i can tell the kid who isnt such a kid anymore.
He waits everyday, waiting to see if the single petal falls to the ground.
And please, if you find this doesnt make sense, ignore it and move on. XD i dunno why i even posted it here. sorry. just wanted to share sth with u guys. yupp.
A single petal falls to the ground.
He stares at it blankly, not understanding its significance. He is such a kid.
Another petal falls to the ground.
He starts to wonder, why the petals are falling. He looks up to see dozens of flowers above him, in the giant towering tree they call ....
Another petal falls to the ground.
Bending over, he picks up a petal and examines it. Within the petal its depth of colour enchanting and insinuating and tempting, alluring him to step within. And he does, mesmerized by its charm and beauty.
And he is such a kid, to be captivated by the superficial and common charm of a petal.
yet he is more, much, much more than the best of us all. Because he can be captivated so by the common charm of a petal.
The wind blows. A shower of petals rain upon him, drenching him in their fragrance.
He takes a deep breath of fresh air, taking in the moment, living in the present, uncaring about the future. or more significantly, the past. And he just stands there, breathing, living, existing, as if all in this world could be condensed to this simple moment, as if all he had to do, all he was to do, all he was destined to do, was to just take this magnifique picturesque snapshot of time and nature and life in its elemental beauty.
Suddenly, like breaking the spell or enchantment, he coughs.
The sound travels far and wide, to the furthest ends of the earth and the deepest depths of the oceans. it echoes and echoes, neverending, its harsh hacking sound penetrating the myth of serenity and permeating the atmosphere with its severity. In the instant, the shower of petals cease, and as he turns up to look he finds that there is but one petal left, hanging by a thread. THe cough pierces the momentary silence like a knife through skin, splitting it cleanly and leaving its markings forever etched in blood. .... is dying.
He is stunned by that realization. .... is dying.
maybe he isnt such a kid anymore.
he hears the little voices in his head, talking, whispering, shouting, cajoling, screaming, ordering, entertaining, trying to get a hold on him. ".... is dying!" they say. "shut up," he screams silently back at the tide of voices threatening to overwhelm him. "Listen to me" says a voice. "listen to us."
"BUT YOU GUYS SAID THAT HE AND SHE WOULD LAST FOREVER BUT THEY DIDNT." he retorted.
and that was that.
so is .... dying?
the petal still hangs by a thread, waiting for the answer.
If you know the answer will you tell me? please? just so i can tell the kid who isnt such a kid anymore.
He waits everyday, waiting to see if the single petal falls to the ground.
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