About
When do we die?
Why are we born?
Why do we die?
The world has been destroyed and we've fallen countless times, always resurrecting from the ashes as Paradise. It has happened before, and it will happen again. An endless cycle of life and death. The world is a Paradise that was opened by someone, but this era too is almost at an end. We have acquired the means to exceed our natural span of life, never suspecting that the world itself was finalized in its existence. This knowledge has left me in despair, my fate has fallen and scattered like the petals of a dying flower, like the blast from a sand storm it has been warn down and weathered away. As if to be purified, the world will be encased in ice so that it can return to the beginning once more. Paradise is a world that is opened by someone...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
This is because it also does not contain perfect sadness nor misery nor death.
What lies in waiting is a paradise for wolves alone, the unclean humans are no more...
Why? Why do humans always look to the sky? Why do you try so hard to fly when you don't have any wings? For now, We'll run on our own legs.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------





Comments
View All Comments
Surely you can see that. You strike me as being a highly intelligent girl, but a person can know a lot of words and still have a bit to learn about social grace. Ha ha ha, I'm one of those! *waves hand* I'm just blunt and direct, basically, to the point where I'll call "Bullshit!" with no thought of niceties when I feel like something is awry or I'm uncomfortable, or I'm just plain annoyed with something. I suppose you can consider me gauche if you wish to, and I regard you as being a pretentious snob, but I feel that's unnecessary and may not be the case.