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you know that ghost-like ache you get when you miss someone so much? that's how i feel right now. and the irony of it is, we haven't even met yet but already i'm missing you.
unexpected life moments happen for only one reason -to keep reminding you that you're alive. and when it happens, embrace that damn thing and glorify life. live without fearing tomorrow. live with rage in your heart and serenity in your soul. live with anger, with joy, with utter appreciation for every thing desolate
Updated 12-14-2012 at 02:30 AM by sevmik
(note: this is my first attempt at writing something, ummm, relatively serious. And by that I mean no insane rants that go off in tangents that only I could ever understand. So enjoy, and do feel free to slap me silly afterward for my exasperating penchant to leave stories unfinished for quite a long time.)
Every tale ever told is a reflection of a writer's deepest conundrums, just as every word used in the tale speaks of the writer's shallowest tendencies.
This then, is
There is no such thing as the truth.
The world is flat; humans donít need oxygen; and the earth is the center of the solar system. Dragons, the winged and fire-breathing kind, did exist. So did unicorns and care bears. Politicians never lie, they just want to be politically correct. Left-handed people arenít really left-handed, itís just an illusion of space and time. There is no such thing as the truth, for what is true for me may not be for you.
There is no such thing