These thoughts are indescribable in the sense that it is unbelievably hard for me to express my true thoughts and feelings. The inspiration is personal and yet I know nothing about it.
"The tears I shed for the loss of time, love, and hope of others are unrecognizably real. Though the fiction of the stories may sometimes come clear, I will never understand the pain their creators went through to create the lives of so many people and to burn their world and humanity to the ground. The sheer terror alone would be enough to bring me to my knees and beg for mercy and compassion on their behalf.
My face- though stained with heartache and loss- bears the unmistakable mark of a soul that cannot bear to see the world of others- however fake, fictional, or real- to be torn apart an reinvented for the sake of someone elses satisfaction."
When I say "on their behalf" I of coarse am referring to the creations, not the creators.
I understand that this may not make any sense to most who choose to read it, but to me it is true. It is inspired, an it is not the last of my emotional..... Spews.
Granted this did come about after watching a movie and finishing it at 3:30 in the morning, but I still believe there is substance in place where describability, relevance, and applicability lack.
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