Why is it so much easier to live when alone? To absorb the riches of our universe and to hear its whispered melody when there is nobody around to experience this phenomenon with.
Social creatures we declare, yet survival is the best that us two can do. And how odd that is. Surviving is nothing but the tool that we claim to be the prize. Only breathing in and stating that the job is done.
HA! I protest. I declare your fear. I resist. You think the key lies waiting there for you? You think there is a stone to turn? You know NOTHING! And I can’t show you. Cause only alone shall my argument persist. Only when I am left on the brick of what you fear as death, can my being transcend from who I am and what I say.
Move those legs! Faster. You can’t think for then it is already lost! You must move in an upward sprint if you are to escape the fear that cradles us to sleep.
Fruitless, but know this. Doer of death, sinning in his crux of sanity, I have found you. And you shall be mine. For one is nothing in relation to all.
About the Creator
Jake West
I like words
How the Harvest Mouse Came to Suisun Bay
A long, long time ago there was a family of harvest mice. Mice are common, but these were unique – born to those who had lived in the salty, marshy bay for many generations, these mice ate and drank from the sea as well as the land and rivers. For generations, there were only the southern families, scattered along the marshes of Corte Madera and in the San Francisco Bay (U.S. Fish & Wildlife, 2013). One family, however, would undergo strife and conflict before reaching a whole new world. What became of them after is another tale entirely – but this is how their story begins.
By Taylor Inman7 days ago in Fiction
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