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High As A KiteFocusing is not possible.
My reality is that I am reliving my life in a series of one-second memories and they are being played back to me via memory. I am numb I cannot but briefly remember touch and only for the slightest millisecond at a time is remembered and then transferred to me but I am always wanting more. the more I want to remember touch the harder is it to stay connected to reality.
My body slows to a near halt and my mind thrashes about between existences. Focus returning to me more sharply than ever before yet still a blurry mess of images.. nothing more than torn ribbons of colors and movement.
My organs grow dry as I cannot remember what liquid is like and again the harder I try to remember the more I cannot connect with reality. How I long to remember what was long forgotten.
My reality is slow.. like a movie where they slow down the most simple things. It takes an eternity to finish and in the process you lose all awareness of reality.
Most of them are small details t
BattlefieldA weak soldier stands before a mighty Gladiator
The Gladiator attacks, cutting the defenseless soldier down with one blow
The soldier struggles to his feet
He sees his own mortality
Death staring him in the face
Somehow, the soldier pulls himself up
Back from oblivion
The Gladiator waits, undaunted
The soldier attacks
but the Gladiator doesn't even flinch
The Gladiator cuts him down again
The soldier stares Death in the face for a second time
He welcomes Death's embrace
The pain is just too much to handle
then the Gladiator steps in
The Gladiator pulls the solider to his feet
The solider tries to recover
He calls on the Great Warriors before him
to give him strength
and guide him through this battle
The Greatest Warrior of all answers his prayer
She gives him strength and heals his wounds
and just as quickly the Greatest Warrior is gone
The soldier faces the mighty Gladiator who had brought him to death's door twice now
With renewed strength and faith, the soldier at
Dead and GoneThe one who I thought I would spend my life with is dead and gone
The sting is still fresh in my chest
I still cry at night, unable to sleep
It's too hard to get used to the thought..
Ill never see her again
Ill never hold her again
Ill never feel her soft lips on mine again
We'll never make love again
These thoughts drive me mad
I cant handle it
I want to be dead and gone too
Then maybe you'll see..
How much you meant to me
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