Lets light the sky on fire, and let the ozone burn. When the sky falls down it will scorch the ground. People will panic and run all around, except for the buddhists monks calm as can be. Perfectly content to sit and burn just like a tree.
And if you were to ask me where I would be? In a world of fire would I sit calmly as a tree? Or would I like my fellow man struggle to flee?
I would walk calmly through the fire till it burned me to the ground, then I would be nothing
Lightning crashes, skies pouring rain
Triggering waves of unending pain
Cloud dark skies, the sun is slain
Thrashing about, trying in vain
What to feel, nothing inside
Having nothing, everything to hide
Everything that's said, it's lied
While inside the soul has died
Up at the sky, searching for stars
The dimming light illuminates scars
A prison made of brimstone bars
Dreams are burning in fiery jars
Shoved off and crushed, fall to the floor
Broken in the dirt as the rain begins to pour
Beaten and bloodied and ragged and sore
Given up, trying doesn't matter anymore
Bathed in the mud, soaking up the pain
Given up again for trying in vain
Pitched from the place his soul was slain
Tears and mud and blood make stain
Lightning in a sky dark and bleak
Finding gone from him all that he seek
Leaves him down and somber,
They finally came today!!
What was somewhat strange (and kinda lucky for me, actually) was that my mom came home at the exact same time as the delivery guy left the box on our porch. So she brought the box in for me.
I also got a couple pacis (which I've been using nonstop!) and some wipes from Target yesterday and found some baby powder in the house. Everything fits in my suitcase perfectly.
So hopefully I'll have a couple hours with the house
I don't know what to do. I just want someone to hear my story; I really don't care if you reply or not. I don't ever talk to anyone about problems I'm dealing with because I doubt they'll care, and I don't really expect anyone here to care more than others.
The life around me is slowly falling apart. My parents hardly have enough money to support the house, and no one wants to buy it so we can move into a smaller one. My half-sister got a divorce with her husband, whom I've known