disclaimer: I hate these. Maybe I should just put useless crap here just to see if anyone actually reads them. Cows go moo and cats meow. I am married to a spork. I think Gaz looks weird. Gothic people rock. Kaitlyn is reading this right now. You know who you are, but I don't know who I am. I know that I am not Jhonen Vasquez. I know that you are reading this disclaimer because I do. I will not write any more until I get 5 reviews. Thank you.
Dib
Zim
Together
Light. If anything it is what we need to survive. Darkness. Maybe humans will come to appreciate its glory. Life. I hope that someday everyone will realize its beauty. Death. Maybe everyone will realize that darkness and light need each other. It took you so long. And now we are released. But death is only the beginning.
We were so weak. We had been friends, comrades, for so long now we had forgotten what it felt like to hate. Maybe it was good. Maybe it was bad. But now Zim and I were tired, weak, and broken. In our dying breaths, we whispered a poem that we both seemed to know by heart. Maybe we wrote it then, and maybe we were never meant to live past 15, for Zim perhaps longer. All I know is that at this stage, we were the happiest. This was what we were meant to do. This was the meaning of our existence.
Maybe the opposite of life wasn't going to be so bad.
I felt like just a poem would be really horrible. So I wrote a little diaryesque entry. This was Dib talking if you didn't figure that out. Be happy.