Peace, Love, And Life
Written By: Mariposa Ryuichi
Rating: r ((For drug use mild cursing, and mild violence))
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters. I don't make money off of this. This is written for pure entertainment.
Summary: Little snippets of Axel's life as a hippy traveling through the months making friends, and breaking rules. Free Love and free hugs =3
((In a journal form…hopefully…better than the other crap I've written))
A/n: I love hugs =3 I was born in the wrong era. I'm all about the free love and peace. MAKE LOVE NOT WAR I'm a flower-child, born in an era I don't belong. Here but not by choice. Woo! I'm a poet and I didn't even know it =3
Prologue
You know kids; I was there, during the season of love. It was a great age to be alive. Nothing was the same as it is today. Today everything is taken over by, what we called "The Man". We weren't ruled by the normal. We were free to roam and we loved the way we wanted. We were one with the world and content with everything. So how about I tell you a story; a story about how exactly I went about everything.
Spring 1967
((March 20th))
Axel never was one to let the world pass him by. He was one to go with the flow and try new things. He wasn't about to let the biggest revolution of the century pass him by! So when a small group of hippies passed by his neighborhood, he packed up everything he could carry; jumped out his window and joined his new life. He had never felt so alive!
Everyone was nice, living in small communities, sharing everything. Nakedness wasn't a problem for anyone. Your body was you master piece. It was art to show. You were a canvas to be painted with experience.
But soon they branched off. Axel was left with 11 other members, all still sharing all loving, everything was PERFECT.
Spring 1967
((April 19th)
A blond bundle of sunshine has joined our group. I think maybe I should describe Sunshine. That's his nickname by the way, we each have one. I'm known as flurry, because I'm wild and a whirlwind of excitement. Back to task…which is rather hard to do with the marijuana that's flowing through my veins. Searching my inner consciousness, it was invigorating. The visions and the colors that float by me, the way things seemed to slow down just for me. Time has stopped just for me; the sun's rays seem to shine just for me. Oh…right…Sunshine. Sunshine has a head of yellow hair that stick out of his head. Just like does little pictures of suns little kids draw. You know the one with the rays of sun sticking out in random directions. That's his hair. He has eyes so blue, I was drowning in them. He had the face of a cherub and soft looking skin. He was a bundle of cuteness. Thank god for free love 3
I think this perfect life, just got better.
Spring 1967
((May 7th))
Sunshine and I. We're traveling in a world of our own creation. We're just going on with the saying "If it feels good, do it!" All taboos went out the window. We're enjoying our bodies to the fullest. We are unashamed of our naked bodies. Our bodies are art meant to be shown. Our scars and blemishes are the paint we use to color our canvases Love was no longer limited to one person; you could love anyone you chose. In fact love was something you shared with everyone, not just your sex partners. Love exists to be shared freely. We also discovered the more you share, the more you get! So why reserve your love for a select few. And yet, our love is earth shattering. What we share is special. Our bodies mold together, among the swirling smoke and soothing music. The music would lull us to sleep after our love making. Our union. We were one with each other. We belonged only to each other.