Post by Sage on Dec 6, 2014 22:46:20 GMT -5
So, I began writing this because lately, Moss has decided that she wants to wake up (much to my dismay) and so I have had a lot of feels that have begun to spring up. I was wondering if it may have had anything to do with the feelings that I may not have had before are suddenly coming up but Idk. Anyways, hope you guys like it.
A tribute to Moss
After so many hours of developement and practice, here I am, watching as you crumble to the ground, your tiny body beaten to a bloody pulp and there is nothing I, as the writer, can do about it because the attacks are not under my control. I'm sorry I couldn't save you, that you had to die this way. I can see you gasping for breath, words trying to escape your lips in a futile effort to lay your problems to rest but alas, I'm sorry you're not stronger, that you're too weak to fight back, forgive me for I have failed you.
When we first met, I didn't know you very well, you were a total stranger but then, as we began to spend more time together, I really got to know you and I started to care about you. You came alive in my mind but now, your voice is quickly growing fainter and fainter as you realize that we can't spend anymore time together. I'm so sorry because there was so much more you were supposed to do, so much more you were supposed to be and I failed you because I couldn't keep you alive.
The greatest joy I have taken in writing you is watching you grow and change and react to your surroundings. Losing both hand has been hell for you, I understand that, but it also pushed you to become a more rounded person. This journey we took made us both better people. I'm glad I got to play you and get to know you like a friend and I wish it didn't have to end like this but alas, you are going to a better place now, a place where you will be free from the pain of the past where you can become whole again and don't have to worry about me failing you again. Rest in peace my dear, sweet Moss.
A tribute to Moss
After so many hours of developement and practice, here I am, watching as you crumble to the ground, your tiny body beaten to a bloody pulp and there is nothing I, as the writer, can do about it because the attacks are not under my control. I'm sorry I couldn't save you, that you had to die this way. I can see you gasping for breath, words trying to escape your lips in a futile effort to lay your problems to rest but alas, I'm sorry you're not stronger, that you're too weak to fight back, forgive me for I have failed you.
When we first met, I didn't know you very well, you were a total stranger but then, as we began to spend more time together, I really got to know you and I started to care about you. You came alive in my mind but now, your voice is quickly growing fainter and fainter as you realize that we can't spend anymore time together. I'm so sorry because there was so much more you were supposed to do, so much more you were supposed to be and I failed you because I couldn't keep you alive.
The greatest joy I have taken in writing you is watching you grow and change and react to your surroundings. Losing both hand has been hell for you, I understand that, but it also pushed you to become a more rounded person. This journey we took made us both better people. I'm glad I got to play you and get to know you like a friend and I wish it didn't have to end like this but alas, you are going to a better place now, a place where you will be free from the pain of the past where you can become whole again and don't have to worry about me failing you again. Rest in peace my dear, sweet Moss.
