It would be so easy to surrender to this world, wouldn't it? In some moments, all of my being just wants to give up. Just one push of a button, that's all it takes. Or nothingness, depending on who
you talk to. In the beginning, religion was taking charge of everything, but with the world wasting no time going to hell, it didn't take long for even the most religious believers to give up on
that too. What is the point of anything anymore? No matter what, I guess the dead always win. But it's not the dead that pose the most threat, it's the alive. They'll gladly put a bullet through
your head if you have anything at all, unless you're a friend of theirs. I'm not gonna deny that I have killed someone to get their stuff. I guess everyone's gotta kill someone at some point,
either to defend themselves or to get access to a stash. I wonder if I chose the right side to be on. Even the tiniest, most unimportant decision can change your life forever. A few years back,
"Hey! Stop contemplating the universe and get your ass over here!"
I glanced around the room of the store to find the source of the voice, and there was Lisa impatiently standing by the exit. I snatched up one last can of peaches and tried to jog over to her, but all the crap in my backpack was slowing me down. I caught up to her.
"Let's just get back to the group." I said with a rusty voice.
"You seem different. Is everything okay?"
"Well I'm not the man I knew 20 years ago."
"You seem more distant, more cold."
I didn't know how to respond to that, so I just said, "I know."
Silence followed. I found myself staring at the clouds, the sky, wondering how long we're gonna be stuck on this piece of crap known as Earth.
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