the end of warAs I stand alone with fires of war raging behind me, I look down at the seemingly bottomless drop at my feet. The water seems to fall forever under me. It is almost night, and the sky is blackened by massive plumes of smoke. I don’t even know why we fight anymore. My M-16 hangs at my side, but I take it off and throw it into the darkness below. I give up. There is no reason to fight anymore. I turn to look back at the battle. I look upon all of the death and destruction. They annihilate everything in sight. They destroy without remorse. They don’t know why they kill. They don’t even care. As long as it quenches their insatiable thirst for blothe end of war
the desertAll around me the darkness closes in. The hard ground is cold where I sit on the edge of the canyon, with my legs dangling over the cliff. The air already grows chilly from the lack of sunlight. Somewhere in the distance to my left, a coyote speaks to the moon of a deep sorrow. Tonight the moon is full, and is the only light for my eyes. The soft glow reflects on the river below, as well as in my tears. Loneliness attacks like the night, quick and cold. The sudden pain in my heart hits so hard, I am dizzied for a moment. How do you avoid something like that? What can you do to stop the hurt of the memories when they come back? What a place tothe desert
Lost in the RainThe sun was setting and the air was beginning to get a stranger warmth to it. In the distance, giant, gray clouds came toward us from the east. I smiled a little as we continued to walk across the field and toward the horse stables at the other end. "Sorry I don’t have the truck fixed," I said. "It’s okay," she replied. "I don’t mind walking." She looked away from the clouds and at me for a moment, then smiled and turned back. "Just friends." I whispered to myself. "Hmm? Did you say something?" "No, I didn’t say anything." For a while, nothing more was said. About halfway across the field, the sounds of thunder rolled through the air. "LooksLost in the Rain
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