How trivial the good times seem. Those moments of carefree wonder when the trials of the world just slide off your shoulders and pure unadulterated enjoyment and pleasure consume the entirety of our existence. When we scream along with our favorite songs till our voice is hoarse and strained, and push past even that till it somehow comes back again, sacrificing the health of our vocal chords for the much-more immediately important sense of euphoric detachment from everything that makes us hurt.
And the slumber of death which for near-enough 12 hours consumes us thereafter, till we awake refreshed and replenished, ready to face whatever the world may have to throw at us...
Except for this.
That at almost exactly the same time when our carefree day began, the true slumber of death took into its embrace one of our dear friends, one with whom we had been face-to-face not more than 12 hours prior.
WHY THE FUCK!? WHY CAN THERE NOT BE JUST ONE, JUST FUCKING ONE UNSULLIED MOMENT!?
And the truth sets back in. We are not much more than stragglers, surviving against all odds in a world which no longer wants us here, a planet which has repeatedly, through various forms of biological attack, sought to decimate our numbers, to rid itself of the scourge our "human race" has become to the wounded and almost irreparable mother Earth.
Maybe we should stop fighting. Maybe we are all meant to just pass on..
Such dark and uninspiring thoughts on which we cogitate in this, The aftermath of a carefree day...
~Codaniel Von Johnson~
Monday, July 9, 2012
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