there’s a special kind of hell for when you start writing something, and look at previous snippets, or first takes from like a year of two before and the only thing you can see it’s this: holy shit this is stupid and pretentious!!!
specially when you hate that kind of writing. oops?And is like a thousand others
In the gray autumn day
Why does it stay with you?
The words repeated
The rythmn a cliche
Pop until the day I die.
But it touches the little moments of today
And it stays with you until night,
And it becomes something more
(for a moment in your memories).
We cannot avoid
These simple pleasures.
A tale about The End can be found in my AO3 in this link.
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: Gen
Fandom: Original Work
Character: Original Characters
Additional Tags: Apocalypse, End of the World, Bad Ending, Angst, Desperation, Death, Everybody Dies, What-If, Speculation, Modern Era, POV Outsider
Words: 1045
So I tell you this: never be afraid of crying and hoping. Love your everything and this wretched world of ours. Even if your only hope is a half remembered oath to leave a better place. Even when all people around you tells you not to. They are deluded. They are maybe very consciously making the decision of bringing their doom because for them nothing matters; their spirit and soul has already died long ago. They don’t matter all that much, because hope is in human nature and if you can bring yourself to treat others with dignity and kindness all while keeping your very bright flame alive then they will hope too. Everything you do can have meaning if you want; the universe is nothing in comparison with your live and this material earth- we don’t matter to it and it shouldn’t matter to us. Its only use is reminding us that nothing ever truly ends. Even if you are afraid; after this Earth there will be infinite more worlds as there are now, and there have been before. Use this unending force and remember: your are part of it. You act, and you can act anyway you want because it doesn’t matter at the same time it matters.
And all of this is so difficult. There are time when I don’t want to leave my bed or when I want to break everything in a fit of rage because: why?= why nobody else sees what I see? But to think like that is deluding oneself; we are never truly alone and I can act and others are already reacting and I will see this world changed for the better. And if my final goal is unreachable and my lasts hopes are unfulfilled then is all for the better because I will have lived a life worth living. Nobody will tell me what can or cannot I do. Never let yourself down for more than a moment. Cry and stand up. We are all that matters in a unfeeling Earth.
(And Art is what gives form to all of our hopes and fears. It has taught me almost everything I know about life and others lifes and it is, in its intensity a human creation. When all seems lost reach it to remind yourself you are still alive. And live life as an artist: perceiving, loving and accepting all things in their weirdness.)
Me ahogaré en los pozos de la playa I will drown in the wells of the beach
bajo la Luna azul, under the blue Moon,
cuyo color es siempre plata whose color always is silver
excepto cuando la vista me engaña. except when my sight deceives me.
El agua será metálica y gris The water will be metallic and gray
en mi piel] in my skin]
y dará, reflejos negros y verdes and it will give, green and black reflexes]
a mis rizos caoba. to my auburn curly hair.
No sentiré I will not feel
el agarre letal de la corriente the lethal grasp of the currents
en mis pulmones]. in my lungs].
Una muerte de agua A death of water
ausencia de sentidos; absence of senses
ahogados, -drowned,
en un millar de distintas reflexiones. in a thousand of different reflections.
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