Maybe Life…




Best Strength to get up after defeat

Kiyotaka said it best the strength to get up after a defeat is more admirable than the strength to never lose. 

– Eyes Rutherford, Sprial 


Straight to the bottom and crawling back up.

When you fall it’s best to fall straight to the very bottom! 

The farther that boys crawl back up, the stronger and greater they become!

– Hiyono Yuizaki, Sprial.


Slave to memory

Purpose is but the slave to memory. But what we do determine oft we break. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, walks o’er the dew of yon high eastwards hill.

– Yoshino Takigawa, Zetsuen no Tempest.


The actor on stage

The actors on stage cannot ignore their scripts and do as they wish.

If they make a beautiful exit, I feel they fulfill their role.

– Aika Fuwa, Zetsuen no Tempest Episode 24.




B O R N S I C K.

B O R N   S I C K.

I’m naked. I’m numb. I’m too tired to care. Too tired to think. Mud covers my naked form. Sticks tangle themselves in my hair. Lingering tears stream down my face. I have nowhere to go. No way to get back. So I stay. Laying on the forest floor, the roots of the trees weaved around me. Holding me. Binding me to the earth.

I grip the dirt beyond me. Allowing the mix of soil and dust to crawl under my finger nails. I try not to notice the sun setting over head. It’s orange-yellow rays of light warming my skin. The night is coming. It won’t be long now.

My breaths quickens. Fear blinds me. I’m not ready. Not yet. But the universe continues. The sun lowers over the horizon. The creatures of daylight retire to their home’s and in turn, the monsters of the night come out to play. Their glowing eyes looking for tonight’s target.

A rebel sob escape’s my lips. My face pales. My lip trembles. He’ll have heard that. He’ll know I’m here. My body itches to move. To run from the monster hunting me. I smiles at the thought of escape. Of disappearing into the air. Traveling in the wind. Never to be seen again. Ultimately I’ll have no disappearance, no escape. The predator will have his prey. I close my eyes. He’ll come for me soon enough.

I hear his steps. The snapping of twigs beneath his feet. Closer and closer. Panic seeps from my pores. I can feel his sharp eyes watching me. I don’t move. Don’t run. He would catch me anyway. I remain motionless. He steps closer. Sucking in a deep breath, I open my eyes. His eyes lock on mine.

“Found you.”

The night comes.

Written by my beloved sister,

Satan. x

Listen to the wind,

Listen to the wind,                                                                  “Letting go gives us freedom, and freedom is the only condition for happiness. If, in our heart, we still cling to anything - anger, anxiety, or possessions - we cannot be free.” ~Thich Nhat Hanh

it talks.

Listen to the silence,

it speaks.

Listen to your heart,

it knows.

– Native American Proverb

– @footprintofkindness

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