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Date Added: March 04, 2006 00:03:29 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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I look around and see a land that's blank.
Red flowers started to decay when the cocaine powder-peddler came out. He was a mysterious man, always coming around at different times, leaving when his capital was no more. Helpless buyers were persuaded into addiction, corrupting the beauty of their very appearance. The town's confidence loomed about, each day came another drooping session. People dropped their faces down in hopelessness, as if to give in to the dealer's plan. And I, as I look from my window, see a world of darkness and defeat, destined to rot. Cocaine contracts have turned friends into fiends, prospect into bankruptcy, changed birth to abortion, and knowledge to street prayers. But what can I do? Nothing, nothing but watch. I watch the dealer do his job, with little optimism for the world, no care for the public, only short thoughts of unproductive despair. I spend a moment thinking every once in a while, then return to my life. I'am one of many observers, but am surrounded by death and powder-puffing breaths. I've once tried walking with the saints-turned-sufferers, only to find that I, too, would soon be consumed. It's a cold world out there, and I didn't have enough warmth in even my under-layered winter coat to survive. He would soon come to me, I thought. He would bring me to his product, he would whisper his winter-steaming, brainwashing breath into my ears, and I would soon be worn down into convincement. I would be yet another dead red rose among the many, another decomposed leaf fallen off the almost-skeletal tree, another predictable coffin in the graveyard, or any other form of debris. I often thought of flying away with the birds, to a place of security, a place of high-spirited life, of leaving this barren land. But after all my colourless, dull thoughts and deductions, I finally realized. I look around and see a land that's blank, a land where angels live short lives and die, where time is a faded memory, a footprint erased by other, following steps. And when it all comes to end, more flowers will grow, more trees will sprout, the sunshine will remove the destruction without a doubt. And that is what I'm waiting for. The sunshine marks the start of a new life, a new beginning, a new chance for people to redeem themselves and their acts, a time for people to rebuild their tracks. And that is what I'm waiting for.
Author's Notes:
I know it's not as good as some of the people in here do it. It's my first time writing um... prose.. so, ya... just wanted to put it up here...thanks for reading it.
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