Post by ryanowl on Oct 14, 2007 22:20:55 GMT -5
For some reson, the darkness of the forest failed to cover up the happy look of the bright colored sunset that was all around everyone. Ryan, just moments before, walked into the forest, where the darkness failed to cover upthe light. The light will be there, rather if I am around it or not. It keeps us together, and tears us apart. Ryan sighed, then looke dup into the trees, where the sunlight hit the green of the pines.
"Why muct you taunt me like that. Light cant comprehend with what i feel right now." Like so many nights before, he had just one dream, and it wouldnt leave his mind, and he was come to the conclution that it was not a dream, but a memory that he now could almost recall from what was left of his heart. He tried to hide behind his good natrue, but he couldnt, and with no one who knew his pain, it just bubbled up and stayed with him, until he would almost crack.
Now, he was left to wander the forest until he found a way to get his pain under control, and it was dificult to; somtimes he staying in the forest for days at a time, wandering, and hardly resting. He hated what he had to to do, but he would do it until he found a way to cope with his pain. Talking can help in times, or it could make it worse, and that explains the resion why he was here. Soon, after wandering, the sky turned into a bloody scarlet, that washed on his fetures, and made his kimono look as it it was covered in blood. Trying to escape the bloody light, he jumped into a tree, and sat on a branch about 20 feet above the ground. A small tear rolled down his cheeck as he thought about his receant dreams.
"Why muct you taunt me like that. Light cant comprehend with what i feel right now." Like so many nights before, he had just one dream, and it wouldnt leave his mind, and he was come to the conclution that it was not a dream, but a memory that he now could almost recall from what was left of his heart. He tried to hide behind his good natrue, but he couldnt, and with no one who knew his pain, it just bubbled up and stayed with him, until he would almost crack.
Now, he was left to wander the forest until he found a way to get his pain under control, and it was dificult to; somtimes he staying in the forest for days at a time, wandering, and hardly resting. He hated what he had to to do, but he would do it until he found a way to cope with his pain. Talking can help in times, or it could make it worse, and that explains the resion why he was here. Soon, after wandering, the sky turned into a bloody scarlet, that washed on his fetures, and made his kimono look as it it was covered in blood. Trying to escape the bloody light, he jumped into a tree, and sat on a branch about 20 feet above the ground. A small tear rolled down his cheeck as he thought about his receant dreams.