Andromeda1012

Every day was a living hell. I couldn't wait for the time that I could build my own empire over the debris of my wounds. Permanent scars made by those who didn't want me to rise above, to make me believe in a parallel illusion of what my reality was. But he was always there. Watching, guarding, loving, caring. He was all of the above and much more. So much more. To the point where he surpassed humanity in such a high level, that he was more human than any other human in this world. The funny thing? He wasn't even human.

When the beat of your heart increases, that's when you know. When a hurricane of possibilities takes over your mind, that's when you know. When you shed your first or last tear, that's when you know. When things seem impossible, that's when you know. When a simple action can set a whole nation free, that's when you know. When the slightest movement can generate a world of fantasies, that's when you know. Your first kiss. Your first time. Your first love. Your first child. Humanity still exists. So don't give up the hope.

It's just another game Inhale, exhale A secret escape Inhale, exhale Don't open your eyes Inhale, exhale You might be surprised Inhale, exhale You may not like the outcome Inhale, exhale It can be bothersome Inhale, exhale But when you slip Inhale You'll be glad you get to sleep Exhale

Thoughts... Such a strange concept... Captivating our minds and intertwining our spirits just to spit them out like a bubblegum without flavor, trying to hold onto things and not let them go until the true mystery of the world is revealed and the final words have been concealed into the dark nothingness of the human conscience, a bottomless hole of lies... There are more than a million of different types of thoughts that one’s mind can generate. What creates these thoughts? The big majority is what surrounds you; though that is a factor one cannot simply control. Love, confusion, mysteries, it varies. Though there is one said to be the

People say that without feelings, the world won't function… But do they feel pain when they see mens lives crumble before them? Do they feel pity for the families they have destroyed? Do they even feel respect for the dead bodies lying ahead of them as they blow them apart with their guns?… I don't think so. Men has never known about feelings… Yes, they feel pain when they break bones… Yes, they feel pity for the poor… And yes, they feel respect for their elders… But why not for the lives they take? Why not for the families they destroy? Why not for the soul's they rip from bodies? Why? Throughout t