She looked right through me...
The pain that even I didn't feel,
The lies I was telling myself,
The life I had given up,
And the love I betrayed.-
I love without heart,
I live without soul,
I am but a shell,
A past long dead,
A present long due,
I walk no path,
I carry no regret,
I am, but a wanderer,
A destination long dead,
A reward long due.
-
"How much you hate this world?"
"Well, How do I put this..."
"Ah, okay... So if I was sent to hell,
I'll pray with dying breath
to send this world to heavens."-
I read two questions in an article.
Two very simple and intriguing questions:
1) What will you teach your children
that your parents taught you?
2) What will you not teach your children
that your parents taught you?
(Paraphrased)-
I can keep you in my arms,
While you hold me tight.
But you're not mine to keep,
And I am not yours to hold.-
How would you create
a fictional language for a fictional world?-
Write...
Especially when I know
What I must write,
And what would the reader
want to read.-