“I can see what you see not,
Vision milky then eyes rot.
When you turn they will be gone,
Whispering their hidden song.
Then you see what cannot be,
Shadows move where light should be.
Out of darkness, out of mind,
Cast down into the halls of the blind”
-Diablo 1
I like to find small things on the ground, take a photo of them, and then eat them afterwards.
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And like the photograph, my life as I knew it – went up in flames.
And I am not ashamed to admit that I wept, / My heart was over-whelmed with the love of it. / It was a home that was not meant for me.
So vibrant in constant succession, intricate patterns, / Animation enthusiastically keeping my eyes on the page – while they danced alive.
The path he walks on is covered with dead leaves painted; / The mixture of blood and destruction chasing at his feet.
As the ones around murmur in prayer, she pulls him closer, he sobs helplessly, unaware in so many ways. Knowing that only because his mother has fallen to her knees, is something truly wrong.