Kaios :.: Sick of It Parts I, II, and IIISick of It Pt I
Ritsuka crawled out from under his bed. No one was home today; they were all downstairs. His slick tail waved behind him as he walked down the hall. He couldn't remember the last time he had been out of bed, but it sure felt amazing. Ritsuka opened the fridge and removed a water bottle, and then sprawled on the couch. It felt good to be out of his room for once. Have the sunlight hit his chest. Water trickled down his throat, giving him that refreshing sensation.
"Finally, no one's home". Ritsuka proceeded to lay on the couch completely, and then turn on the T.V. It had been so long that he couldn't remember the last program he watched. Through the T.V. he could hear people downstairs. Ritsuka's left ear twitched as a speck of dust landed on it. The living room smelled of waffles to him. Maybe it was just that he hadn't eaten in forever. With the smell still there, he ran to the kitchen and reached for the cereal. The milk was the best part to him, so there
Phoenix Book 8 Chapters 1-3Book 8- Chapter 1
The two small orbs circled its hands once more. "What does this mean?" It took up the small cube it had once acquired and placed it in its cold hands. The cube then opened up, as it had millions of times before, into a more important form. "It would seem that the most intellegent thing in the universe cannot even comprehend the level of understanding in this small piece of space.It looked into the cube and took a deep sigh.
Continuous 1 - Emptiness
The light poured onto the battlefield as thousands of bodies lay still. Few of the soldiers still sit on the rotting grass, bleeding and missing limbs. David peered across the terrain he was hiding in, only to find a twitching arm infront of his eyes. "Jeez, what made me even want to sign up for this?" The sun took on a darker shade of golden orange. David stood up in the middle of the small depression of the field. His gun didn't rattle like normal, it didn't even open its mouth. His green eyes flare
My Recent Thoughts Ive been thinking a lot lately. The conflict I get in to is not only with one person, but with virtually everyone I know. I can't seem to agree with anyone. Songs don't help stimulate my inner visuals anymore.
The sky gets darker every day I walk outside, and I don't know why. Everything around me gains a little more sorrow every time I interact with it. Even my drawing seems to be dwindling down. Every day I blankly stare into the walls around me, as if i'm in some confused state of mind.
I keep thinking that I can help people, but I only make it worse, most of the time. Is it me that can't understand people, or people can't understand me? I think i'm slowly drifting from society, even though I was no where near close in the first place.
I know how the saying goes, "Everyone is special in their own way." I most certainly know I am special, but in what way? Hardly anyone seems to appreciate me, except for a s