Post by Pandie on Jul 15, 2010 17:42:53 GMT -5
Imagin yourself on the fariswheel, the world lit up below you. You can dream as far as your eye could see and here it seems as though not a thing can get in thy way. You, ultimately, are on top of thy world. This feeling is something that does nay come often for many teenagers, but I was always blessed with this feeling. It comes with knowing that every star is within reach and that nothing is impossible. It is, truth be told, an extroadanay feeling that one can have. As if there is meaning and purpose in your life, and no matter what may come, thee will always arrive ontop.
For someone whom has lived their entire life with this type of outlook, the world can seem so promising. But eventually thy wheel must stop. Then everything turns into something else altogether. For myself, that ride began to slow along time ago, but I was too stubborn to believe that it would ever stop. I had lived my life atop that extroadanary high, and there wasnt anyway possible that I would believe it could come to an end. To my belief, there was no end.
But now here I sit, in the remainders of thy castle, burried under the rubber and brick that once built the greatest realm of all time. My Realm. My Castle. It is only now as I peer around to the gates and the vallys that were nay apart of my court, that I see the world outside of my own doorstep. Tis hard to believe that never once did I care to look further then what met my eye.
Down here the world doth nay seem so promising, quite ruthless to be honest. Tis as if the world I built around myself suddenly disappeared, being replaced by it's own reflection, negatively wrong. The sun shines black, and the birds scream instead of singing their gentle tunes. Eyes and ears all around, threatening everything one may say or do. Tis that feeling thats so hard to explain... When the worlds so big and you so small.
My hope has failed and dreams cease to exist in this new land. There is no room for laughter, and happiness is only a myth. Where everyone has something to say about me, and no matter the strength, I will never survive. This world is made only to demine and destroy me, and I can feel myself losing the battle already. Perhaps this is the last world before heaven. Before Bliss. Kinda like a game, the last level tis always the hardest, before thee can win the war.
All around me, the war rages on. Lies, deceit, disrespect, lack of trust. It is all out there, and it's goal seems to be myself. If I stumble once, I know that I will not have the time nor the strength to raise to my feet before the enemies sword takes its last swing for victory. All around me bodies fall, as the people I once called my friends rein high on another side, determined only to kill the friendship that once was. The new and old are all alike, in this world, which had managed to fool me once again. Why does it have to be this way?
Perhaps I will be spared, though we all know that survivors of the war never really survive at the end. Even those left standing will forever carry the scars of their battles with them. Most however, are unnoticed. I do not expect to survive this final war, for the strength I once had no longer burns, and my hopes have long been set free. I am just a peasant in the new kingdom, awaiting either my sentence of excecution or the chore of but more duties. Duties I perform with no heart. The fire that was once in this queens eyes have long ago burnt out, replaced with the dull touch of shattered glass.
Who will it be that will find me among my broken walls? Whom shall come to finish what has been started? Whom, in their blaze of glory, shall claim yet another kingdom they can call their own. For that is what the world is full of these days. People whom have no care for anyone but themselves, looking only to make each their own appear better to the royal court. Do they not realize that a battle will only destroy more then it could ever accomplish? The pen has always been mightier then the sword, they say, and as I sit here among the ruins of my life, I for the first time come to understand the meaning of those words.
But unlike all past queens and the many queens to come, this realm will not continue on and there will be no momentos of the queen whom once sat atop the thrown. There will be no flags barring her mark, and no portraits hanging on walls of good reminders. There will be no paraide, and no tears, for the queen of this castle has nay accomplished all she wished to accomplish. I have not done all could for the world, and instead have opted to give into what one cannot control.
But behind me, I leave the world a small parch of advice. You can build your castle, and fill it with all the nicest things, the sweetest people. But one day your castle will crumble, and you will be faced with a world outside your own. This is when you prove whether you were meant to be that king or queen. Here you decide to crumble with your walls, or to walk away unharmed and imperfect to make a new place in the new world. Do what I could not. Never let those around you bring you down when you are born to shine. A pen may be mightier then a sword, and perhaps words can tear even the strudiest walls down, but if you just believe, and you continue to put one foot infront of the other, you shall make it through the battle, and evidentally win the war. Never give up, and never let those around you force you to be anything that you are not. It will try, and some days it will almost susceed. But be better then me. Fight for it. Taking on the black world is a risky quest but you can do it, you just have to make it worth fighting for...
For someone whom has lived their entire life with this type of outlook, the world can seem so promising. But eventually thy wheel must stop. Then everything turns into something else altogether. For myself, that ride began to slow along time ago, but I was too stubborn to believe that it would ever stop. I had lived my life atop that extroadanary high, and there wasnt anyway possible that I would believe it could come to an end. To my belief, there was no end.
But now here I sit, in the remainders of thy castle, burried under the rubber and brick that once built the greatest realm of all time. My Realm. My Castle. It is only now as I peer around to the gates and the vallys that were nay apart of my court, that I see the world outside of my own doorstep. Tis hard to believe that never once did I care to look further then what met my eye.
Down here the world doth nay seem so promising, quite ruthless to be honest. Tis as if the world I built around myself suddenly disappeared, being replaced by it's own reflection, negatively wrong. The sun shines black, and the birds scream instead of singing their gentle tunes. Eyes and ears all around, threatening everything one may say or do. Tis that feeling thats so hard to explain... When the worlds so big and you so small.
My hope has failed and dreams cease to exist in this new land. There is no room for laughter, and happiness is only a myth. Where everyone has something to say about me, and no matter the strength, I will never survive. This world is made only to demine and destroy me, and I can feel myself losing the battle already. Perhaps this is the last world before heaven. Before Bliss. Kinda like a game, the last level tis always the hardest, before thee can win the war.
All around me, the war rages on. Lies, deceit, disrespect, lack of trust. It is all out there, and it's goal seems to be myself. If I stumble once, I know that I will not have the time nor the strength to raise to my feet before the enemies sword takes its last swing for victory. All around me bodies fall, as the people I once called my friends rein high on another side, determined only to kill the friendship that once was. The new and old are all alike, in this world, which had managed to fool me once again. Why does it have to be this way?
Perhaps I will be spared, though we all know that survivors of the war never really survive at the end. Even those left standing will forever carry the scars of their battles with them. Most however, are unnoticed. I do not expect to survive this final war, for the strength I once had no longer burns, and my hopes have long been set free. I am just a peasant in the new kingdom, awaiting either my sentence of excecution or the chore of but more duties. Duties I perform with no heart. The fire that was once in this queens eyes have long ago burnt out, replaced with the dull touch of shattered glass.
Who will it be that will find me among my broken walls? Whom shall come to finish what has been started? Whom, in their blaze of glory, shall claim yet another kingdom they can call their own. For that is what the world is full of these days. People whom have no care for anyone but themselves, looking only to make each their own appear better to the royal court. Do they not realize that a battle will only destroy more then it could ever accomplish? The pen has always been mightier then the sword, they say, and as I sit here among the ruins of my life, I for the first time come to understand the meaning of those words.
But unlike all past queens and the many queens to come, this realm will not continue on and there will be no momentos of the queen whom once sat atop the thrown. There will be no flags barring her mark, and no portraits hanging on walls of good reminders. There will be no paraide, and no tears, for the queen of this castle has nay accomplished all she wished to accomplish. I have not done all could for the world, and instead have opted to give into what one cannot control.
But behind me, I leave the world a small parch of advice. You can build your castle, and fill it with all the nicest things, the sweetest people. But one day your castle will crumble, and you will be faced with a world outside your own. This is when you prove whether you were meant to be that king or queen. Here you decide to crumble with your walls, or to walk away unharmed and imperfect to make a new place in the new world. Do what I could not. Never let those around you bring you down when you are born to shine. A pen may be mightier then a sword, and perhaps words can tear even the strudiest walls down, but if you just believe, and you continue to put one foot infront of the other, you shall make it through the battle, and evidentally win the war. Never give up, and never let those around you force you to be anything that you are not. It will try, and some days it will almost susceed. But be better then me. Fight for it. Taking on the black world is a risky quest but you can do it, you just have to make it worth fighting for...
