[Round] & [Round] & [Round] we go (open)
Jun 3, 2013 19:13:27 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Jun 3, 2013 19:13:27 GMT -5
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It's the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love[/i][/color][/center]
Orange and reds and yellows and so many other colours streaked across the morning sky, painting it like an artist might paint on a canvas. The sun hadn’t even reached the treetops yet, light weaving in and out of the canopy of leaves, leading down to where I stood. My eyes search the clear sky, not a cloud in sight as winter slowly slips away, being replaced by the gentle warmth of early summer. Unlike in winter, I could feel the gentle warmth of the early sun’s rays upon my skin, and it made me warm on the outside and the inside. I had always like summer better than winter. I liked the fact that in summer you had to fight to become cooler, you had to battle with the heat, it was a battle that was worth it. In winter the battle was weak, winter always lost. To become warm is easier than to become cool, after all you just need to add another layer of clothing.
I turn away from the sky, my eyes focusing on the forest in front of me. I have always loved the forest, the way it thrives, grows. The way it has learned to adapt to the seasons, hot and cold. But what I loved most about the forest was its independence. It didn’t depend on no one, it grew, healthy and strong, on its own. It did not depend on family, it did not have someone abandon it, thrusted it into a life where it had no shelter, a life where you were left to die, because the forest was independent. It dependedned on no one, apart from the sun and the rain.
No, don’t do this to yourself. Don’t stop. I tell myself, pulling my mind away from the thoughts on independence, knowing where thoughts like these will lead me. But I couldn’t do it. The thoughts came flying at me, there was no way to stop them. And they hit hard. I had lasted years, upon years, on my own. I had nearly been killed on numerous occasions. But I had pulled through. No thanks to my family- I stopped there. My thoughts deadpan. No. I am not going through this, not again. I tell myself firmly. This time the thoughts stopped, and I was able to pull them away from my family, away from my mother.
My feet start to move faster as I wind my way through the maze of trees and shrubs. The crackling sounds of my footsteps on dry leaves mingled with the distant songs of the birds are the only sounds to be heard. My hands graze the trunks of trees as I tumble past them. Some are rough and dry, the evidence that these trees have been around for much longer than me, whilst others are smooth, new life. Someone once told me that life is a never ending cycle. That when you die, you come back to earth, to serve earth in another way, may it be to become the forests that surround me now, or the water that you drink. I often wonder what I would be in another life, in my second life.
A smile spreads across my face, not a cheeky smile, or a cold sarcastic smile, a genuine smile. I have always been someone to question the life around me, I have always wondered how thing have come to be what they are now, how it all works. I fall asleep at night, a million questions on my lips, to wake up, and have none of them answered. Usually that would frustrate people to the point where they would give up. But not me. I want to know, I want to know about the world. I have always wanted to travel among the districts to discover things, to have an adventure. But I know that they will never be. That I will never be able to tour around the country, to see places that others have not. I know that all these thoughts and dreams are just that. Dreams
I turn away from the sky, my eyes focusing on the forest in front of me. I have always loved the forest, the way it thrives, grows. The way it has learned to adapt to the seasons, hot and cold. But what I loved most about the forest was its independence. It didn’t depend on no one, it grew, healthy and strong, on its own. It did not depend on family, it did not have someone abandon it, thrusted it into a life where it had no shelter, a life where you were left to die, because the forest was independent. It dependedned on no one, apart from the sun and the rain.
No, don’t do this to yourself. Don’t stop. I tell myself, pulling my mind away from the thoughts on independence, knowing where thoughts like these will lead me. But I couldn’t do it. The thoughts came flying at me, there was no way to stop them. And they hit hard. I had lasted years, upon years, on my own. I had nearly been killed on numerous occasions. But I had pulled through. No thanks to my family- I stopped there. My thoughts deadpan. No. I am not going through this, not again. I tell myself firmly. This time the thoughts stopped, and I was able to pull them away from my family, away from my mother.
My feet start to move faster as I wind my way through the maze of trees and shrubs. The crackling sounds of my footsteps on dry leaves mingled with the distant songs of the birds are the only sounds to be heard. My hands graze the trunks of trees as I tumble past them. Some are rough and dry, the evidence that these trees have been around for much longer than me, whilst others are smooth, new life. Someone once told me that life is a never ending cycle. That when you die, you come back to earth, to serve earth in another way, may it be to become the forests that surround me now, or the water that you drink. I often wonder what I would be in another life, in my second life.
A smile spreads across my face, not a cheeky smile, or a cold sarcastic smile, a genuine smile. I have always been someone to question the life around me, I have always wondered how thing have come to be what they are now, how it all works. I fall asleep at night, a million questions on my lips, to wake up, and have none of them answered. Usually that would frustrate people to the point where they would give up. But not me. I want to know, I want to know about the world. I have always wanted to travel among the districts to discover things, to have an adventure. But I know that they will never be. That I will never be able to tour around the country, to see places that others have not. I know that all these thoughts and dreams are just that. Dreams
Till we find our place
[/color]On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life
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