She wonders if anyone else could smell that. The rust and dirt on the brick path beneath her feet, the damp smell of the lake at the end of the trail. Could anyone else hear the soft patter of her cats paws following her as a baby from a distant home stirs and is about to wake. Finally, she veers off the path into the moonlit grassy area closest to the waters edge. An unknown creature moves in the water. She holds her left arm with her right as crimson lava exudes out of cuts drawn on her forearm. A breeze comes off of the […]
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Blade Of Grass
all life really is is a set pattern of habits, you wake up everyday, go throught the pointless sharad we call life, maybe some good shit happens, maybe some bad shit happens, then you go to sleep. just to get up and do that shit all over again.
i was taught when i was younger that if you repeatedly did something it became habit, which became life. so how do new things fit into that? if its new it was never habit right? so here we go with another pointless debate. i think we were all born to be adaptive. to accept change when nessasary or […]