Friday, February 10, 2012
Story Sorry
It was his last day. Who might have thought of it this way that life would come to an end so soon for someone so young. He stretched out his feeble hand, reaching out to the distant moon. He draw his last breath and whisper softly to the people around him, "Thank You" he said with a gentle smile he left the world.
It was always his dream, his goal to find release. He hated this world, finding feelings redundant and lives unfulfilling. Often, he would look at people around him, thinking of the future without them, thinking of the non existence of humanity. He loved too much, he loved everything that was to him. He never wanted to hurt another and was always hiding his feelings. Those were unnecessary to him. Because no one understood. He trust too much and ended up being toyed with. He hated himself, he hated the world. He hope for an end to the place he is living, the the people who waste the life of another and to those whom hurt and done wrong. But who is he to judge? He would rather give up his live than to see his "friends" being killed. To him, it's to use or being used but he choose to be used. It's cruel but it's a fact. The world doesn't care.
It was 2 years ago when he started feeling unwell. He was hoping to die all the time but somehow the gods didn't answer to him as he predicted till that very day. His mind and mental is torturing him everyday. Everyday, without fail, he wish he could die. His lovers come and go by him one by one. His friends used him day after day and abandoned him. He felt no love. There was no love.
Blood. His first thoughts was will i be finally allow to die? After a year, he went to the hospital to confirm what he had hoped for. It was true. Cancer, and his live was in danger. It was the final stage. He was happy, really happy to be able to die knowing how much time he had left. He spent his time writing a book for each and every of the people he deem important. There was no right or wrong, no black or white to him anymore. To someone whom have given up living, this was the best and happiest moments he had.
I guess i will continue the story again - Hope my live will come to an end soon...
It was always his dream, his goal to find release. He hated this world, finding feelings redundant and lives unfulfilling. Often, he would look at people around him, thinking of the future without them, thinking of the non existence of humanity. He loved too much, he loved everything that was to him. He never wanted to hurt another and was always hiding his feelings. Those were unnecessary to him. Because no one understood. He trust too much and ended up being toyed with. He hated himself, he hated the world. He hope for an end to the place he is living, the the people who waste the life of another and to those whom hurt and done wrong. But who is he to judge? He would rather give up his live than to see his "friends" being killed. To him, it's to use or being used but he choose to be used. It's cruel but it's a fact. The world doesn't care.
It was 2 years ago when he started feeling unwell. He was hoping to die all the time but somehow the gods didn't answer to him as he predicted till that very day. His mind and mental is torturing him everyday. Everyday, without fail, he wish he could die. His lovers come and go by him one by one. His friends used him day after day and abandoned him. He felt no love. There was no love.
Blood. His first thoughts was will i be finally allow to die? After a year, he went to the hospital to confirm what he had hoped for. It was true. Cancer, and his live was in danger. It was the final stage. He was happy, really happy to be able to die knowing how much time he had left. He spent his time writing a book for each and every of the people he deem important. There was no right or wrong, no black or white to him anymore. To someone whom have given up living, this was the best and happiest moments he had.
I guess i will continue the story again - Hope my live will come to an end soon...
i know that i have loved you ... at 8:52 pm
fate crumbled all around 0 identities
fate crumbled all around 0 identities
