step into my insanity...
DISCLAIMER:: Do not read if you have eleven toes. Serious side effects may include: raging and trolling.
I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect.
Everyone needs to stop breaking everything down into their ugliest parts and explaining things.
don’t see things for each microscopic atom that makes itself into something so much larger.
Whoever made them, made them impossible to see, so obviously they aren't meant to be. try to go places that you’ve never been allowed to, to see things that no one else ever has.
Fact is, we will die. But the goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
something like a landmark, a piece of art, or even just a memory, as long as you get credit.
society is making an ideal picture that i don’t want to be apart of.-Crystal Bassous
I was just thinking...
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Is there really a meaning to the lives we live these days? We live, we love, we cheat, we hate. But in the end, we die.
There must, no. Has to be something more to it, the way people live now is a disgrace because we are cruel to everyone around us, and greedy and heartless. Is there someway we can get back on track?
Remember how I told you about my childhood? Well, here is a story for you...
On July 17th, maybe...two years ago? My friend Hannah and I were at the park in downtown Toronto with Rylie. Rylie was 17 then and so I guess we were 15.... yeah sounds about right.
I remember being there on the swings, and Rylie got really tense when these three big black guys walked up to us and started cussing and swearing. Rylie told me and Hannah to go home and to forget we were even there. But we didn't, we ran away and hid in the bushes to watch what was going on. We were scared, but very unaware.
All I remember is these guys grabbing Rylie, throwing him around a bit, and when he finally had had enough, they shot him in the back of the head. I have never seen anything so disgusting and horrific in my entire life. Hannah and I waited until the guys left, and maybe even a couple minutes more just to be sure. And then we ran.
The thing about that was, I didn't look back, we didn't look back. Rylie might have had one last breath but we never looked back. I moved out of town to make sure no one would go looking for me for being a witness, and Hannah went and moved in with her mom since her father was put in jail shortly afterwards.
To this day I still do not know why those guys killed Rylie, and I am not even sure if the police ever caught them, maybe they did and were let off because we were to scared to tell anyone, or to let them see our faces. I had nightmares for an entire year and even though I live in a small little town with no violence, I still can't help the feeling like someone might off me while I am walking home from school. The friends I have made now are unaware of this situation, and I have only told maybe one person whom I truly trust. The tragedies of my past have not really affected my future, but they have changed me as a person.
I don't understand why people treat others the way they do. A simple argument can end horribly wrong these days, and it could be over the littlest thing.
This world scares me sometimes, and knowing that there might never be an escape...
Change is greatly needed,
Z.
