Yes.

The wind rustled the dead leaves still caught in the grips of their owners. Whispers of the forgotten grazed across the world, creating eerie silences in its wake. At each gust, the holes in the trees and in the ground seem to close more tightly by their homeowners shutting out the voice of death.
It was autumn, and the leaves had withered and crumpled into their eternally frozen state. Their owners had become brittle, as trees always did this time each year. Life had slowly deteriorated until there was barely a squirrel or rabbit in sight. They were all enclosed in their seasonal homes, waiting for spring to revive the earth once again. The sun began to transform into a stranger, showing its face less and less while the foreboding clouds became more and more familiar.Color drained out of everything, making once-vibrant jewels seem like bleak rocks.
Life had turned its cheek, and the world was sleeping.

My Addiction.

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All colors of the rainbow are displayed across God's canvas during sunset. Red, orange, yellow, and even purple are thrown far above in the starry sky. Green, blue, red, orange, purple, and yellow are always present below the horizon, adding character to everything in existence. It is one of the miracles birthed by Mother Nature, and yet I would never get to see it.
Now, I can only read about it in the treasures of literature ever since our people took over. Unfortunately, the most valuable jems of our world- such as Shakespeare and Poe- are to never be experienced again. They, amongst many other authors, were burned by the rulers of the new world. They said that these men and women were the work of Satan, spreading diseases such as temptation and lust.
Fortunately for us, a secret order called the Life Keepers were able to save a quarter of a million of these wonderful stories. Sadly though, even 250,000,000 books can't hold a candle to what one was.
A few years ago, the new rulers threw a coup d'etat and took over every country in the world. These horrid men dictated everyone and forced us underground, claiming that the worldly pleasure we experienced daily were actually sins and that we must repel them immediately.
Naturally, there was a rebel.
However, these rulers had planned this for many a year, so their army was much greater than ours.
So, leaving thousands of dreams and hopes in our wake, the entire society was forced underground. And ever since, we've been stuck down here, suffering an existence much worse than death a thousand times over.

More to come.

L<3ve.

Love is that eternal being. It's the trait of life everyone loves to hate. The only feeling that inspires and destroys. A ridiculous feeling, yet one of the greatest. Most people want but one thing in life: to love and be loved in return. Unfortunately, much pain and suffering comes with that feeling.
I yearn to rant of these mindless matters, yet I refuse. For if I do, then all logic will have disappeared from this blog. Unfortunately, I fear that if I don't get my feelings out, then I will be filled to the brim with melancholy. For now, I shall swallow these treacherous thoughts, despite the risks that surface.

Cough Syrup~ The Jakes.

Life's too short to even care at all.

Losing my mind.

A dark world aches for a splash of sun.

These zombies in the park they're looking for my heart.

Restore life the way it should be.

Waiting for this cough syrup to come down.

One more spoon of cough syrup now.

Life's too short to even care at all.

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Depression is an ominous sea of darkness. You're standing on the bleak, dull beach that you've known forever, when suddenly the ocean looms toward you. It's a tidal wave, but of negativity as opposed to water. Terror strikes you in the heart; this obstruction is new to you, and anything new is scary. Then the fear is replaced with morbid curiosity, and you slowly glide towards it.
That's when depression's minions jump from the wave and grab you by the limbs, dragging you into the undertow. All the sudden your suffocating in the depths of sadness and suicide. Eventually you give up hope, and your body merges with the ocean. Slowly your life begins to disintigrate, that beach is but a distant memory to you.
That's when I realized I wasn't living anymore, but merely existing. And that's using the term loosley.
Fortunately, someone was able to swim through the ocean and save me from drowning. Even to this day I stay far from the abyss, at the edge of my beach. But lately I've noticed that the morbid nothingness that traps me is slowly inching up across my sand. Everyday it comes one step closer to kidnapping me into its bowels of hell, and everyday the fear, along with morbid curiosity, grows a bit more.

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Sometimes you can get sick of the people around you. Maybe you want to start over again- completely. Change everything about yourself; become the person you've always wanted to be. Surround yourself with the ones you want to be smothered by.
But what if it was too late? What if the person you didn't want to be anymore was tangled up in every aspect of your life?
What would happen then?