Unborn

Escaped.

Time, life, meaning, and all forms of hope we're erased from possession.

Unanswered questions remain in demand of being answered, as new questions begin to boil we reach our position where we are yet again raising our weapons- in all fear that there is a war.

Having your fellow soldier fall puts you at risk when he wounds you as well. If you're one of those tough soldiers that has unconditional love for what he's fighting for, youll be like me, and despite being wounded, you'll go back for your soldier. Even if he did wound you, it's easy to see with teamwork and passion, persistence, and determination you can make it to your destination.

Now were on a separate mission, and we just got the word that the mission is being called off. My soldier doesn't seem slightly bothered, for he has faith that another mission will arrive, and I have concerns and doubts about him on the next mission.




Soulless and hopeless.


The clouds are relentlessly expanding over oceans of turquoise sky, the air remains still as stagnant water.
She's falling falling falling, disappearing along with all the hope she lost.

Notebooks I will stain with tears, your letters hold pain sharp enough to cut me to my last half before i can no longer remain together.

The rain has started, bittersweet, so sweet you hardly know if it's sour or perfectly sweet. I can smell the air, it's thick with tragedy, and carries well with the wind. Letters, plans, dedication and thought are washed away, drenched, and ruined from the rain.

She's drowning.


.......she did not resurface