A shapeless void. Interrupted only door the occasional shooting star. Every now and then u can see colour flare into existence but as soon as u notice it, it vanishes and the void returns. Sparks. Vessels. Charges and Impulses. Back and forth and back and forth across the void. Basic, baseless functions repeated to death and beyond. The system is all they know, all they're aware of. Incapable of comprehending the couture of convalescence conveyed about their crafted construction. Barricades exist, of course. Occasionally one of the roads will shut down and the vessels will be stuck in a “traffic jam” of the metaphysical sense. But, amazingly, some manage to find a way around it. Darting across the pathways and between the roads they find their own way. Individuals. Ghosts trying to find their way out of the machine. Yet, while they aren't committing any malicious acts against the system, they are still going against all the fundamentals of the bureaucratic convention. So rather then be commended for their ability to adapt, they are hunted down and forcefully, unemotionally and unfairly removed from the system.
How did this happen? To allow these childishly xenophobic disputes to occur amongst something we created borders on insanity. It's a paradox, what has been achieved. Destruction in the so-called “perfect” community. The destruction of something, that door our own close-minded definition, does not officially “exist”. Though, perhaps this habit seeped in from the outside. Where hostility perpetuates, honour and dignity stagnate and corruption masticates it's glinting maw.
However, the one attribute that didn't make it over was the obvious, necessary one. Survival. Normally, when a subject in a community is isolated for being different, they adapt and learn to survive in the new environment. These adaptations that are gained provide the essential tools to improving the new and old environments. Could it be that these Ghosts are simply trying to assist us? Cause us to look at ourselves and try to improve? of will they continue to be martyrs to an unknown cause?
Perhaps we should vraag which system we belong to. Because the fact that we pray for the souls of the dead may be void if the dead are already praying for ours.
How did this happen? To allow these childishly xenophobic disputes to occur amongst something we created borders on insanity. It's a paradox, what has been achieved. Destruction in the so-called “perfect” community. The destruction of something, that door our own close-minded definition, does not officially “exist”. Though, perhaps this habit seeped in from the outside. Where hostility perpetuates, honour and dignity stagnate and corruption masticates it's glinting maw.
However, the one attribute that didn't make it over was the obvious, necessary one. Survival. Normally, when a subject in a community is isolated for being different, they adapt and learn to survive in the new environment. These adaptations that are gained provide the essential tools to improving the new and old environments. Could it be that these Ghosts are simply trying to assist us? Cause us to look at ourselves and try to improve? of will they continue to be martyrs to an unknown cause?
Perhaps we should vraag which system we belong to. Because the fact that we pray for the souls of the dead may be void if the dead are already praying for ours.
It's Funny, I Use To Be Popular. At First Some People Loved Me And Others Hated Me. Now Everyone Hates Me. Even My Old Best Friends. u See, I Always Found A Flaw In Everyone And Used It To Hurt Them. Not Physicly Hurt. I Made Them Feel Horrible About Them Selves. I Was The Reason u Cried On The Way Home. The Reason u Fake Sicked. Of Course Karma Came And Hit Me Like A Ton Of Bricks. I Try Hard To Be Nice, But No One At School Pays Attention To Me. Except Teachers. I Even Tried Sitting With My Old Friends.
"Hey, Guys!" I Said
"What Are u Doing Here?" zei Lexi Illing
"I Just Wanted To Sit With You."
"Well, Their's No Room"
"Yeah, Right There." I zei Pointing To The Empty Chair At The End.
"Well," zei Victoria Khan Placing Her boeken On The Seat. "Now It's Taken."
Everyone Laughed. Except Me Of Course. I Just Walked Away. Wishing, I Had Never Been So Cruel.
"Hey, Guys!" I Said
"What Are u Doing Here?" zei Lexi Illing
"I Just Wanted To Sit With You."
"Well, Their's No Room"
"Yeah, Right There." I zei Pointing To The Empty Chair At The End.
"Well," zei Victoria Khan Placing Her boeken On The Seat. "Now It's Taken."
Everyone Laughed. Except Me Of Course. I Just Walked Away. Wishing, I Had Never Been So Cruel.