And so we live as we choose and die when we shall, but will we find our place? will we forever be held back from our dreams by the restrictions of reality? Will a disease that we have no control over take our lives, simply because we had the wrong genes? I choose not to believe such a horrible fate will occur to me, let those who believe fate has a place for them die content, but I, I shall live forever. Shackled not by the restrictions of humanity, restrained not by the expiration date my genes place upon me, I shall live, live, and never die! To become a god is not my intent, but if that is the only way, then let it be so! And if there are those who oppose me, I will defy them. If there are those who would stand before me, I will destroy them! And if there are those who wish to stand beside me, I shall embrace them. The gift of immortality shall not be awarded to the undeserving, through deed they shall be awarded, not blood or coin. Let them join me, through enlightenment, through trials, through conquest if needed, and we shall be the immortals, the undying, the infinite.

I cry for my father. I cry for my mother. I cry for my brothers. I cry for my sisters. I cry for my family. I cry for my friends. I cry for them because their tears have run dry, and as I cry, the rain falls. My tears mixing with the earths tears, and I cry for they cannot see the beauty of their own sadness rolling down my cheeks. Their sadness has run dry, but their apathy has grown. They know not the sorrow, they know not the pain, they know nothing more than what is on the plate in front of them, and they dine on their own ignorance. I wish it were different, but it is only I who is different. Why can't they see anymore? Are they blind to everything around them? Are they deaf to my cries? Will I forever wallow in their despair, or will they finally realize that I'm crying not for me, but for them? If they do realize, will they cry with me?

Am I forever falling in a dream... or are these sights rushing by me real? I feel the wind chilling my body, stinging my eyes, I hear the roar as I plummet toward the earth, I see the ground rushing toward me. Is this reality? Surely not, I remember not why I'm falling...Or is this an attempt on my life? Why? Who could I have accosted so horribly for them to wish my end? Impossible, for I have no enemies, no grudges. But still, why am I falling? The ground looms closer, and I see the roads, the the trees, the cars, Everything is becoming larger as I fall closer and closer, and soon I see the people too. I see one person move underneath me, and I scream at him. I know now I am doomed, But I'll not doom the poor soul beneath me simply through a twist of fate. I try to tell him to move, but he simply looks up, and I see his face. I stop yelling. Speech fails me as I look into my own face looking up at me, and I remember why I am falling. I'm falling within myself, and I close my eyes. When my eyes open, I am where I last saw myself through my falling self. And I shake away my thoughts of death.

It's better to be loved for being strange than to be ignored for being normal
~SJ

Art by Iomma Sensei.

My god.

This is my philosophy on the concept of Family

Family doesn't mean s**t to me. Just because I'm related by blood doesn't mean I value that person any more. People I care about are all that matter in that aspect, and I throw out the concept of family, and enter the concept of simplicity: Friends, enemies, acquaintances, and strangers. The concept of family is Bullshit to me, only if I care about that person, would they be important to me. Only if I care about and have a friendly relationship with my family will I care about them. Otherwise, they're just acquaintances. Not a lot of people like how little I care about my family, but I could care less.

All the world is crawling
We are lost within the motion
The fear of standing tall
Is what chains us to the ground
We constantly move forward
But we are always looking down
Our lives are controlled
By a fear we know too well
But though the fear is true
Is the source as well?

A growing babe will crawl
With it's young head up high
An underdeveloped child
With an underdeveloped mind
Will see more than we ever will
For our fear does make us blind
Rise child, Rise from the ground
Keep your head held high
And let not an unseen fear
Steer your gaze downward
Crawl no more, stand and walk
Lift the heads of those still crawling
Let them see there is nothing to fear

Rise, young leader, Rise.

~SJ

If it's wrong to feel love like this, I'll never be right