This is a story I wrote, all my dreams and thoughts are here (Sorry for the bad english language) Hope you like it :)
Esta es una hostoria que yo escribi, mis sueños y pensamientos estan aqui. Espero que te guste :)
Khorne
I'm not sure how it all started what would end up ruining things that ever mattered to me. Maybe it was ignorance, despair, even madness, but what matters is that none of this justifies the latest chapter in a long history where nothing and at the same time, it all makes sense.The principle I find it hard to remember, was a couple of months but I can not say the exact date. It may have been the way they arrangement perfectly in my left hand, cold and smooth move to the beat of music deaf, and gradually was taking from me what is supposed to stay inside. It burned. It has to do with fire, but it's the perfect word to define what then touched my skin.It sank slowly in waters he knew could not leave, and although it had planned to drown in mind that possible and tragic end. Up and down, the medium in which the driving was and he could not do anything about it, spinning in one place and felt a thousand needles stuck in her arms. It was a second, a momentary lapse where the ratio was stronger than the instinct and desire, at that moment he decided to leave. Could, it was not hard but the mark he left was not easy to hide, let alone at such times.Every now and then I looked in the mirror, the same expression every day was unbearable. Change something physically does not guarantee a change in your life, but somehow it was for me. I liked to see me and know that I had done that, did not frighten me but I enjoyed it.A liar does not seek forgiveness own but that of others. Knowing that there is something I'm doing something wrong, it invites me to reflect in my mind, but want those around me tell me I'm doing things right.The walls were closing, there was no exit, no windows at all. He choked on his own guilt. Did you feel guilty? Not much, although I knew it was. She did not want to leave, he longed that everything ended right there, that for some mysterious higher force his world to stop there and should not continue. He saw archers appear on the superiority of the walls, threw all the crossed arrows but none so you do not bother to run, also had no place to go. He sat on the floor and sighed until fall asleep with their bare arms. She was used to hide, but could not sleep control what your body to, fortunately no one knew, or that's what I thought.Woke up. The wind blew and saw the sun hidden in the horizon, road a couple of steps without knowing where to go with her bare feet and her face covered with liquid lies that slid down her cheeks. He found a small sharp object in the grass, I throw up waiting for the hit on the head. It ran when he saw him fall.It's fun to wallow in my own mind, involved both in my utopian realities, where fashionably dressed monsters eat people's neurons leaving zombies walking to their own graves.He found a golden path, not like the sun, only gold. It was narrow and covered with thorns, on the left a torrential rain, so violent and aggressive, but on the other side there was a better way to represent peace: a small tree growing amid a bed of wilted flowers. Amid such misery was encouraging to see something so fragile and helpless emerge from the soil. Take a flower and crush to disintegrate, there was no reason just wanted to do. The thorns hurt her but it was, cared only advance to the unprotected tree. With bare feet even came up to him.He awoke in a room with no corners, tied to a bed with his hands and abdomen covered with red silk. Achievement unleashed but I keep the silk in your body. He saw a ladder and climbed it. Almost blinding when I get to the room above.They took the arms and dragged her to the ambulance against his wishes. The road did not more then half an hour and when he reach the coveted train doors opened letting it pass. No need to be told what would happen, she somehow knew. They hug tightly to him and the train started. I swear not to move, if the operation went wrong never recover what they tried to fix: the mind. The modified preferred but not outside it, and fight for freedom but attempts would be failures.The leaders are everywhere, but who gives them the power? If no one to control, they keep it? Do not discuss for fear of confrontation is difficult to solve, if not express what you think you let another step on the ideas in your head. Are bulldozers. Until you are so small that you can neither emit audible sound.Did not travel much by car. The quiet route as usual, nothing unusual. Only a tunnel that had never seen. He go into, but never came back.The leaves of the orange trees fell and he was looking for the glass bridge. Purposefully observe each space in that big yellow wood, and found it in the background under the old trunk. Decided to raise him and watch the colorful fish that passed under it, at blazing speeds for any human, but slow enough for him to review and admire. There was no river under the bridge.The last time I held it was a few weeks ago. Promised would not happen back but I know it's something I can not fulfill. I want to stop but I can't. I plan not to think about mistakes and forget all rational irrational ideas that in my head appear. Do not remember my thoughts of yesterday, last week, or for several months when it all began. Anyway, what happens now is already ancient history.
I'm not sure how it all started what would end up ruining things that ever mattered to me. Maybe it was ignorance, despair, even madness, but what matters is that none of this justifies the latest chapter in a long history where nothing and at the same time, it all makes sense.The principle I find it hard to remember, was a couple of months but I can not say the exact date. It may have been the way they arrangement perfectly in my left hand, cold and smooth move to the beat of music deaf, and gradually was taking from me what is supposed to stay inside. It burned. It has to do with fire, but it's the perfect word to define what then touched my skin.It sank slowly in waters he knew could not leave, and although it had planned to drown in mind that possible and tragic end. Up and down, the medium in which the driving was and he could not do anything about it, spinning in one place and felt a thousand needles stuck in her arms. It was a second, a momentary lapse where the ratio was stronger than the instinct and desire, at that moment he decided to leave. Could, it was not hard but the mark he left was not easy to hide, let alone at such times.Every now and then I looked in the mirror, the same expression every day was unbearable. Change something physically does not guarantee a change in your life, but somehow it was for me. I liked to see me and know that I had done that, did not frighten me but I enjoyed it.A liar does not seek forgiveness own but that of others. Knowing that there is something I'm doing something wrong, it invites me to reflect in my mind, but want those around me tell me I'm doing things right.The walls were closing, there was no exit, no windows at all. He choked on his own guilt. Did you feel guilty? Not much, although I knew it was. She did not want to leave, he longed that everything ended right there, that for some mysterious higher force his world to stop there and should not continue. He saw archers appear on the superiority of the walls, threw all the crossed arrows but none so you do not bother to run, also had no place to go. He sat on the floor and sighed until fall asleep with their bare arms. She was used to hide, but could not sleep control what your body to, fortunately no one knew, or that's what I thought.Woke up. The wind blew and saw the sun hidden in the horizon, road a couple of steps without knowing where to go with her bare feet and her face covered with liquid lies that slid down her cheeks. He found a small sharp object in the grass, I throw up waiting for the hit on the head. It ran when he saw him fall.It's fun to wallow in my own mind, involved both in my utopian realities, where fashionably dressed monsters eat people's neurons leaving zombies walking to their own graves.He found a golden path, not like the sun, only gold. It was narrow and covered with thorns, on the left a torrential rain, so violent and aggressive, but on the other side there was a better way to represent peace: a small tree growing amid a bed of wilted flowers. Amid such misery was encouraging to see something so fragile and helpless emerge from the soil. Take a flower and crush to disintegrate, there was no reason just wanted to do. The thorns hurt her but it was, cared only advance to the unprotected tree. With bare feet even came up to him.He awoke in a room with no corners, tied to a bed with his hands and abdomen covered with red silk. Achievement unleashed but I keep the silk in your body. He saw a ladder and climbed it. Almost blinding when I get to the room above.They took the arms and dragged her to the ambulance against his wishes. The road did not more then half an hour and when he reach the coveted train doors opened letting it pass. No need to be told what would happen, she somehow knew. They hug tightly to him and the train started. I swear not to move, if the operation went wrong never recover what they tried to fix: the mind. The modified preferred but not outside it, and fight for freedom but attempts would be failures.The leaders are everywhere, but who gives them the power? If no one to control, they keep it? Do not discuss for fear of confrontation is difficult to solve, if not express what you think you let another step on the ideas in your head. Are bulldozers. Until you are so small that you can neither emit audible sound.Did not travel much by car. The quiet route as usual, nothing unusual. Only a tunnel that had never seen. He go into, but never came back.The leaves of the orange trees fell and he was looking for the glass bridge. Purposefully observe each space in that big yellow wood, and found it in the background under the old trunk. Decided to raise him and watch the colorful fish that passed under it, at blazing speeds for any human, but slow enough for him to review and admire. There was no river under the bridge.The last time I held it was a few weeks ago. Promised would not happen back but I know it's something I can not fulfill. I want to stop but I can't. I plan not to think about mistakes and forget all rational irrational ideas that in my head appear. Do not remember my thoughts of yesterday, last week, or for several months when it all began. Anyway, what happens now is already ancient history.
Khorne
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