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I feel like an idiot for letting you go.

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Healing Poet

A Promise

Its amazing how colours can change the mood of a picture. The word on the ring says "forever" by the way.

Conversation

So Eric, are you sure there is no other way?

Yes Brandon, I'm sure of it. There's nothing else I can do.

But is what you want Eric? Are you prepared for the consequences should it go wrong?

I...I don't know if it's what I want, but I know that if I don't do it, I'd just be hurting myself. Moreover I'd be hurting her Lora, I'd be hurting her. Maybe not now, but in the long run.

If you won't listen to your heart, at least listen to your head Eric, don't just give up like that

And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

Shakespeare. You always were fascinated with words.

It's my whole life Brandon. At least it was before she came into my life.

You see!! That's my point!! You've changed in the time you've had with her. And you may not realise it, but so has she! By doing this you're breaking her more than yourself!

And what would you have me do Lora? Just stay with her and pretend everything's alright?! I cant. I just.....no lora, I can't. I have nothing but my words left.

She won't go easily Eric. You know that.

I know.

Exactly!!! Do you see now? You may not have much to lose, but she does!!

But it may be the best thing for her Lora.

How can you take his side?! Do you not see what he's doing?!

I'm sorry Lora, but I can't argue with him there.

Well, it seems that my arguements fall upon deaf ears. Fine. I'll leave now.

Thank you Brandon, and can you also thank Lora for me? For listening

I will Eric. Kirstie doesn't know...does she?

That I'm dying? No. That would just make things worse.

Agreed. So...what happens now?

It is done; the bell invites me. Here it not, for it is a knell That summons me to heaven or hell.

You always loved your quotes.

Not as much as the love that I have for Kirstie. Brandon, Can I ask for one more favour from you?

Ask.

I want you to watch over her when I'm gone. Be there for her...because I won't be. Would you promise me this?

I promise.

Thank you.

If there is nothing else, I too will take my leave.

Farewell Brandon. For death holds no secrets from a man who enters the shroud of his own accord.

Goodbye brother.


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Winter sunrise

The weary traveller walks through
Shadow, eyes flitting from crack
To crevice. eyes wide as they scan
The snow and ice, looking

He knows they are around him, he
Can't hide from the haunting cadavers
That follow him. Every step shadowed
Every look mimicked, he cannot hide.


One grabs his leg, he panics, shoves
Away the mangled hand. They are
Closing in on him. He cant run or
Hide. They close in on him.

Then as one, they all vanish as
The first ray's of sunlight wash
Over the white landscape, Rendering
Darkness to but a shadow below the traveller

He blinks. Wondering if it was
Real. He takes comfort in the warm
Light, invigorating him, livening him.
He walks on. Leaving behind the nightmare

The mangled hand lies buried in the ice

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Raising Roses

Well, time to raise another few roses.

I raise a rose to one who has lost her way, so that she may find it again. When all seems lost, know that you can still follow the footsteps of those who came before you

I raise a rose not to a friend, but to a memory of a friend. I hope wherever you are now, whatever you are doing, you are happy.

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Mindset

School helps keep it in check, projects help keep it focused, and so on and so forth. But lets face it, my brain is loosing control. Already I find it hard to string sentences together to make them sound coherent, already I find myself losing my train of thought. Words float around me drawing my focus out. The book is on hold till further notice.

My soul, though frayed, is alive. My body is battered, but well. But my mind is dying. Souls can be revitalised, My body can heal. but my mind cant be replaced. whatever I lose is lost.

Even reading comes harder now. I used to be able to pick up a book and read from sunrise to sunset without noticing the time. I used to spend hours and hours reading and rereading my favourites. Now it takes a huge effort just to do so.

Need to pull myself out of this rut. need to get back up.

Falling slowly, but no one can see
Me, no one to find my broken sword
Stabbed into the rock that is my Soul

The rock that is my sanctuary

No one will move, budge, tamper
Destroy, break or bend it.

However, on the rock stands a

House, once standing tall and bold
Now, every stone worn down, every tile
Cracked, Memories are all that remain.

Even windows let no light through

Steadfast in my values, unyielding in
Spirit, but even they cannot save me from
The darkness outside the failing light,
For already the flames begin to flicker

My memories give me experience, give me power
But that power is fast leaving what once was
Soon even memories will not help me

I hold it in for however long I can

Hold it in till i no longer have the strength

Like a shroud it will engulf me.

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