the boy who lived!

 There is some magic in words, true magic or what else could force a mind into abiding with the rules. there is some malice in acquiring such power as only actual deceit can force you into submission. I find it quite appalling the use of most words in our daily habitat, how forgetting and indifferent towards such use. Only true evil can bewitch the mind into seeking the power of words or maybe true curiosity.

I've never been a man of words although accompanying me into my day-to-day novel you would quite notice that I can't shut up, Yet again I fail at distinguishing such art, the art of words. All my life I have been seeking a meaning in my chaos, a glimpse of hope that would lead out of the maze created through my mind, only to find ashes of previous men who walked my path, all of whom were dead and buried to be never known again. only true power can seduce a master of such art as it proves fruitful in dealing with his worries and troubles to be cast out of existence. I find it quite appalling yet resourceful if one only knows where to look, as it all lies deep within.

my power hasn't come through words yet most of my work declares the opposite, as there is no need to sweeten the mood, nor sophisticated words to blanken the heart. only true malice intention can cause the mind to frighten, to fall amidst the ruins to seek refuge in anything other than its mere presence; the presence of the mind especially to the chosen few can become quite the rebel and prove to be quite troublesome to bear. only a true leader can guide us away from such horror yet no one seems to be up or the task. As I watch beside me I see no one of true heroic attitude to embark on such a quest yet the hero must die for the dreams of men, maybe that price might be too a grudge to bear. Only truth can guide us away from the troubles of the mind, trust thus be the lonesome hope standing amidst the ruins of our own doing.

stating the horror of such a feat one can but look for the answer within, the truly honest answer might only be a friend or a fellow struggler who stands their worries and troubles asunder, in hopes to guide the future to come, only then when a friend might be our greatest hope to last, our only flame to ignite our sole reason to live in a world full of darkness, a world full of humanity. a world full of injustice or else to give in and die.