Just a lil insight to my fav person ever ...
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Isn't it strange that as soon as November comes it seems a time for stillness, tranquillity if you will. November is a time when you watch the season's change - the green, deep, leaves during a lovely brown crisp colour. The sun's rays, steadily growing weaker and weaker with each passing day. November is a time to reflect on everything. Everything that was, is, and to be.
The Past, Present, and the Future.
The Past, for this certain man, was a mixture of things - as most peoples is. Laughter, fun and spells comes to mind. Pranks, friends and love. Secrecy, excitement and shock. Tears of mirth, tears of pain, and tears of sorrow. Death, raw anger, and total and utter denial. Loss, Dementors, and hollowness. But Freedom also breaks its way in. Freedom, breath and revenge. All of this mixing together like a fairy tale, folding over page after page, waiting to be read.
The Present, for this man, was hardly any different. Hiding, slyness and cunning. Dementors are still a big thing in his life - just waiting to kiss him, suck out his soul and be done with up. But he fights - and prevails. For he shall never give up. Never.
The Future, well, can anyone know what that brings? What will happen in what is to be?
A game, is life. That's what it is. A game. The object of it is to survive the obstacles that it throws at you. The Game of Life. And that's what Sirius Black was trying to do - so far he was winning.
Many of times has, "What's the point in life? You're born to die and suffer," snuck into his mind, invading his every thoughts. And, "Life's a Bitch and then you die, so deal with it." Although, if Sirius thought back, really hard, into a time that was long over, he could remember himself saying that to one of his friends on one of his darker days. James.
His best friend in the whole world. Him and James were joined at the hip. Inseparable. Bestest buddies. Yet, it was Sirius' fault that he and his wife was gone. Dead. Killed at the hands of Voldemort and his so-called friend - Peter.
But he had made a promise to look after their son. Harry. A remarkable boy he was. Yet he had also failed them at that too. He hadn't been there for Harry, indeed, he hadn't seen him while he was locked up in Azkaban, and now he couldn't see him because he was on the run.
For some reason, Sirius thought wildly, I seem to screw up everything. It just never turns out right, it never has done, and it never will do. That, it seems, was the way of Sirius Black.
A dark road is what he left behind while a darker path lies before him.
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Isn't it strange that as soon as November comes it seems a time for stillness, tranquillity if you will. November is a time when you watch the season's change - the green, deep, leaves during a lovely brown crisp colour. The sun's rays, steadily growing weaker and weaker with each passing day. November is a time to reflect on everything. Everything that was, is, and to be.
The Past, Present, and the Future.
The Past, for this certain man, was a mixture of things - as most peoples is. Laughter, fun and spells comes to mind. Pranks, friends and love. Secrecy, excitement and shock. Tears of mirth, tears of pain, and tears of sorrow. Death, raw anger, and total and utter denial. Loss, Dementors, and hollowness. But Freedom also breaks its way in. Freedom, breath and revenge. All of this mixing together like a fairy tale, folding over page after page, waiting to be read.
The Present, for this man, was hardly any different. Hiding, slyness and cunning. Dementors are still a big thing in his life - just waiting to kiss him, suck out his soul and be done with up. But he fights - and prevails. For he shall never give up. Never.
The Future, well, can anyone know what that brings? What will happen in what is to be?
A game, is life. That's what it is. A game. The object of it is to survive the obstacles that it throws at you. The Game of Life. And that's what Sirius Black was trying to do - so far he was winning.
Many of times has, "What's the point in life? You're born to die and suffer," snuck into his mind, invading his every thoughts. And, "Life's a Bitch and then you die, so deal with it." Although, if Sirius thought back, really hard, into a time that was long over, he could remember himself saying that to one of his friends on one of his darker days. James.
His best friend in the whole world. Him and James were joined at the hip. Inseparable. Bestest buddies. Yet, it was Sirius' fault that he and his wife was gone. Dead. Killed at the hands of Voldemort and his so-called friend - Peter.
But he had made a promise to look after their son. Harry. A remarkable boy he was. Yet he had also failed them at that too. He hadn't been there for Harry, indeed, he hadn't seen him while he was locked up in Azkaban, and now he couldn't see him because he was on the run.
For some reason, Sirius thought wildly, I seem to screw up everything. It just never turns out right, it never has done, and it never will do. That, it seems, was the way of Sirius Black.
A dark road is what he left behind while a darker path lies before him.