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Published: 2022-10-11 04:24:22 +0000 UTC; Views: 2868; Favourites: 5; Downloads: 0
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I'm not long for this bullshit world that I've created.I feel the need to write, to express.
I'm trying to change my world, not leave it(don't worry). I'm thinking of my brothers, in their shelters and alternate realities that they've created through a computer screen. Whilst I enjoy a fireplace up in the mountains. It seems like yesterday we were fighting for our lives, fighting for survival amidst starvation and turmoil. Knives tucked into our pockets, ready to kill a man in a moment's notice. Now things are calmed. Instead we battle our own minds, our day to day stresses and nonsense.
Sitting here now I feel the need to remove the boy running through the damp and dirty streets, fearful and afraid, from the man that I am today. But, I know that boy is what made the man, along with other men facing the same or worse difficulty.
The point of this being, I want my brothers to evolve like I have. Which is difficult. You have to crawl your way out from a pile of bodies it seems. Regardless, I'll be the outreached hand, pulling them from the depths. Not just them, but all individuals that I see fit, that I can. I owe this to my father. Always lift a man up, never knock him down.
I've been drinking, goodnight all























