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And before you know it, there is darkness all about you. The world seems to be closing in on you and you cannot do nothing but lay still, paralyzed as if you are powerless. As if you cannot and could not control what had happened within your own past and present. These are dangerous games, fooling around within our darkest moments. To know what it is that we want but to not know of how to get some where. It is and will forever be heartbreaking to know that you cannot attain something that you wish for. That you love something, someone, and loathe their entire being all together. How could it be that you are able to change the way people think, act -- make them think that you are a priest, a diety, a god before showing them all of your faults and mistakes. Before removing that very metaphysical mask and showing the true colors. To show how disgusting, how ugly, and unbearing you are -- and for them to still accept you and shower you in love and gifts.
Was this the darkness that we all had been talking about? Was this the poetic justice that the world has and will always be missing? Is there anything in the world such as love and can it be found? All of these things lay within the heart. All of things are trapped within each function of the muscle. To keep us moving, to keep us strong through all trials and tribulations.
We are strong. We are amazing. We are beautiful, even in death. Heavy-lidded eyes flicker, hands begin to tighten around upon the wild grass beneath the body. The gentle drops of rain collect upon the leaf, dripping...dripping onto the delicate lips of the being. Morning dew will forever be the best, the morning after the rain will always signify that great things are to come and will come despite being indecisive. Emerald locks are laid out around the body - making her seem as if she were apart of the woodlands, as if she were apart of the world rather than reality itself. Ethereal, dangerous -- A hand reaches up towards the sun, often closing into a fist to hope to capture the star. To envision it as a dream come true. To become something that we all are not. Sasa loves these moments. The boy slowly adjusts itself to sit up - to witness mother nature in all of her naked glory and express nothing more than joy and love and laughter.
With arms outstretched, Sasa accepts all of the warmth. She accepts all of mother's nature in return and allows herself to be enveloped within power. It is not normal chakra, but something different. It is not evil, nor is it light. But its simply reality's will -- the very thing that she had loathed. With a single movement of her arm and a point from her index figure - a split within reality would have occurred. Her own hand slides through - only to silently appear behind the form of a squirrel. Within a split moment - fingers would make a snapping sound, only to frighten the little creature and cause laughter to escape her lips.
Someone who loves nature cannot be cruel, yes? It is impossible. But yet, she finds herself becoming hardened by her tasks. She becomes relentless within pursuit and enjoys chases and more -- but yet...There's a softer side to her? Does this mean that there is a chance for the most blood thirsty killers to become soft. To become weak to the beautiful world around them? Possibly..
Maybe.
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Was this the darkness that we all had been talking about? Was this the poetic justice that the world has and will always be missing? Is there anything in the world such as love and can it be found? All of these things lay within the heart. All of things are trapped within each function of the muscle. To keep us moving, to keep us strong through all trials and tribulations.
We are strong. We are amazing. We are beautiful, even in death. Heavy-lidded eyes flicker, hands begin to tighten around upon the wild grass beneath the body. The gentle drops of rain collect upon the leaf, dripping...dripping onto the delicate lips of the being. Morning dew will forever be the best, the morning after the rain will always signify that great things are to come and will come despite being indecisive. Emerald locks are laid out around the body - making her seem as if she were apart of the woodlands, as if she were apart of the world rather than reality itself. Ethereal, dangerous -- A hand reaches up towards the sun, often closing into a fist to hope to capture the star. To envision it as a dream come true. To become something that we all are not. Sasa loves these moments. The boy slowly adjusts itself to sit up - to witness mother nature in all of her naked glory and express nothing more than joy and love and laughter.
With arms outstretched, Sasa accepts all of the warmth. She accepts all of mother's nature in return and allows herself to be enveloped within power. It is not normal chakra, but something different. It is not evil, nor is it light. But its simply reality's will -- the very thing that she had loathed. With a single movement of her arm and a point from her index figure - a split within reality would have occurred. Her own hand slides through - only to silently appear behind the form of a squirrel. Within a split moment - fingers would make a snapping sound, only to frighten the little creature and cause laughter to escape her lips.
Someone who loves nature cannot be cruel, yes? It is impossible. But yet, she finds herself becoming hardened by her tasks. She becomes relentless within pursuit and enjoys chases and more -- but yet...There's a softer side to her? Does this mean that there is a chance for the most blood thirsty killers to become soft. To become weak to the beautiful world around them? Possibly..
Maybe.
{Marked For Training}
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