this is something my friend sent me over facebook messages because he was bored. he does that sometimes, and i always find them really cool to read.
i thought this one was so awesome i asked him if i could put it here for people to read XD
A mysterious man, no he was not a man but more of a curiosity, a stranger to myself, stood outside by the street lamp with the shadows cast from his hood and hat hiding his face, I was never sure why he did this. I always felt a strange, rather warming feeling when around this stranger, I knew this man i approached was an angel but for which army did he serve?
"I am capable of many things," he said, as if reading my mind. "The sea, the vast lands, they will all be repeatedly crushed by my hand, those who stand upon my earth and live within my accommodation shall suffer great pain, what of pain? those who suffer great pain by my hand do not even understand suffering." he paused and glanced up from the ground, a glimpse of insanity within the realms of his eyes, "these humans, these humans are a very selfish breed, one after another they never stop to think but when they do, its usually for their own benefits." his rambling continued, "I am not a reality in this world, I am just something people like you think of, I am just kept here by the visions and dreams, you follow a god but tell me, why does god give so little yet take so much? Thrones of gold and cloud cities of metal? He will make an angel but never give that angel the ability to fly, because he takes the wings at the slightest chance that angel will take flight, why such a god?". he reaches into his jacket but keeps his hands on his chest "When is anything real or reality, nothing is just, everything is a vast expanse of space and then there is you, you and your inner thoughts and meaningless existence, will you be a bright light for the earth or will you be the fading sun at the end of the day?" He finally found what he was searching for and pulls out a rather small knife, "You see, if you don't make a mark in this world and no one knows of your existence then tell me, were you ever a reality or were you just a fictitious character someone derived from their own thoughts and dreams? If no one even knows of your existence then you were never a reality." He touches the blade to his head and presses firmly to conjure a small stream of blood from his forehead. "Foolish and grotesque, many are within this withering world, these warping realities of meaningless stories that intertwine and create a meaning." He looks confused as the blood pools in his right hand. "I have rambled on enough, I must be going, we may meet someday again." he throws the blood to the ground creating a small explosion of dust and before me the stranger was no more.Art and CSS by *xlolfishx