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| Some days the sky can look so blue, full of fluffy white clouds that make you want to jump up into the blue and hop from cloud to cloud. Sinking into the clouds as they engulf you with their softness. Some days the trees seem so alive that you want to climp up into them and sit amongst the branches of life. The leaves appear so green that you never dreamed you'd see such a color. The wind blows the branches and you sway with them as a sense of peace overcomes you.. Some days the flowers smell so beautiful.. Their aroma fills your senses and carries you away to a beautiful place. They fill you with a sense of wonderment that such things were created from just a seed. But some days, you don't see the blue, feel the softness, sway with the branches, or smell the wonderment of life. Those are hard lonely days. You don't want to see, move, feel, or even smell. It's those days that are hard to get through. You wonder why you even try. The sky, clouds, trees, and flowers are always there, but there are days you can't see them for what they are...life. Those are the days that are the toughest. by Gabriel 6-01-01 |
| Panic sets in and builds as you feel the familiar tentacles of The Blackness invading your body and soul. You try to remain calm and fight it. “Not today,” your mind screams. “Just one day,” pleads your heart. “I can’t take any more!” cries your soul. But The Blackness does not listen. It has a mind all its own and does as it pleases. It creeps ever so slowly like a cat watching its prey, into your mind. Your mind gives one last scream, but it’s muffled by The Blackness as it wraps itself around your mind. Your heart sits in terror as it knows it’s next. It begs and pleads for just one day. But The Blackness knows no mercy. It steals your heart in one swift move. Implanting itself there, preparing for its final invasion. Your soul defiantly refuses to give in. “I can’t take anymore!” it screams once again. But The Blackness has no sympathy. It begins to move from your heart to your soul with slow determined movements. Each step The Blackness takes your soul fights harder. It’s a tremendous battle. Good verses Evil. In the end The Blackness only rears it’s ugly head and laughs as it completely fills your soul. Its laughter echoes throughout your entire being. With its last determined breath, your soul bravely and firmly tells The Blackness, “You may have won the battle, but you WILL NOT win the war!” by Gabriel 6-17-01 |
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