welcome

White walls.White floor.
White door.White People.
A building filled with white.
Has a white room.

No Sunshine shone throught the shiny windows.
No sound of happiness could be heard.
No rumbles of laughter.
No Sight of a smile.

Just a monotone of a beep.
Weak,faint.but there.
Feeble and unstable.
There.

Annoying beep.
Inconsistent.
Irritable.
There.

The beep;a welcoming sound.

Random

Haven't posted for a long time.
so yea.
It's been so long I tought I should do so.
Rite now.While I'm sitting here on the cold hard floor of the waiting room for ICU.yes. we've moved again.first ICU THEN SICU.and now ICU lagi. seriously.can't the doctors make their mind up where my grandma is supposed to be situated???

*SIGH*

now I'm sitting here. on the floor.Typing.On a computer.A laptop.Dell.My mom's.

Qeeme's in the corner sleeping.with a bottle in his mouth.

Hazeeq's reading his istory book.Sighing.Studying.sorrow-filled.Now playin My cube.

wait.He's playing my CUBE.MY CUBE! HAZEEQ!! LET GO ! No no No You're destroying it.No No all my hard work.

GONE.Down The Drain.

all because of fat stubby fingers.Stubby. like Lydia.fingers like green lady fingers, that pey yi once brouht to school.

Fat stubby fingers.turning.Turning.The cube.Around making clours clash together mixing them.Yellow sun.Orange tangerine.White Paper.Blue water.Red apple.

Apple.

AND an apricot.

Different yet the same.

both are fruits.Both red.tasteful.

Always.but different.RED.but different.
yes. Can Not be mixed. they'd taste AWFUL.together.

Repulsive.

Unattratcive.

Disgusting.

Better separated.

Good.

Better.
.

question

“What do you do when you’re standing on a precipice with nowhere to go but down? If I fall, if I surrender myself to the rain, the chill, the night… who will catch me?”

Khenmes.

Faith is nonsensical by nature, and foolhardy.
Faith is a belief that does not rest on logical proof, and until one understand that such is possible, one will never be able to move forward.
But faith in a friend, is not ridiculous.

A fallen god of death

The pale skin gleamed softly in the dying candle light, seeming almost like the pale, soft light of the moon. Slight but powerful muscles showed faintly on the strong chest, and the skin was firm and almost silken. A mop of tousled brown hair hung over the closed eyes, still heavy with the sweat of earlier exertions. Long, thick black lashes swept strong cheekbones, making the slightly stern and angled face seem softer, and hiding what was usually clear, sapphire blue eyes beneath them.

This was the death in the scene, as the young man looked like some fallen God of death, but one that embraced the light.

Though such simple words does not do the scene justice.

how to love

To love is to embrace life.

To love fully is to embrace both death and life.

To love someone is to accept their whole.

To accept their faults, their strengths and their quirks.