for How we die3/21/2004 c1 
127godawful teen-angst poetry
I really like the contrast, and the concept, anlthough I think it would have been nice if you could've tied the first half back into the end...I don't know. Yeah actually that might have been impossible...but it still would've been cool? I make sense. Yes. Obviously. haha. Just smile and nod, ignore my ramblings...
~lyv
p.s.
*we die when we lose sight of self, of the world...when rooftops and rafters are only such and not geometrical shapes, when the wonder of the world is gone, when we no longer care why the sky is blue...when we are content with shadows and do not dare to dream escape the allegorical ignorance of Plato's cave.*
127godawful teen-angst poetryI really like the contrast, and the concept, anlthough I think it would have been nice if you could've tied the first half back into the end...I don't know. Yeah actually that might have been impossible...but it still would've been cool? I make sense. Yes. Obviously. haha. Just smile and nod, ignore my ramblings...
~lyv
p.s.
*we die when we lose sight of self, of the world...when rooftops and rafters are only such and not geometrical shapes, when the wonder of the world is gone, when we no longer care why the sky is blue...when we are content with shadows and do not dare to dream escape the allegorical ignorance of Plato's cave.*
3/17/2004 c1 121Seeker of the Way
This is amazing. It could go hand in hand with my "Attachment" essay. The ideas here arevery philosophical and thought-provoking! I find myself on a balance between trying too hard and not hard enough, for caring so much that the world and people are in darkness and saying to hell with them. It is all a balance, isn't it? What ARE the answers, all I get is more questions. Fear and doubt wich to control me, but it is really _I_ who control THEM. I must continuously telling me that, gah!
121Seeker of the WayThis is amazing. It could go hand in hand with my "Attachment" essay. The ideas here arevery philosophical and thought-provoking! I find myself on a balance between trying too hard and not hard enough, for caring so much that the world and people are in darkness and saying to hell with them. It is all a balance, isn't it? What ARE the answers, all I get is more questions. Fear and doubt wich to control me, but it is really _I_ who control THEM. I must continuously telling me that, gah!