The First Rays of the New Rising Sun
I fell out of the bar, the sickening smell of sweat and vomit was ripe of me. I felt the darkness take me, to a different world were war did not exist, but this dark Tokyo alley brought me back to the bitterness of the thirst vengeance has on a human soul and the sheer destruction it brings, my loss of her….., made me see what hatred can do.
I slipped and began to vomit, in truth I was still recovering, silly, but in that state of mind all your body and mind seems to want is alcohol, the so called "painkiller." They say on the newspapers it was an explosion so powerful it levelled the city, and it's after effects were gruesome, people getting ill, very ill, I do not believe this is how she left this life or at least I hope she did not, as I was told this was a painful death, vomiting and screaming.
I stood up and continued walking or at least trying to. I felt anger not hatred for those who did this, for hatred caused this…. this world of chaos and hatred only spreads more hatred, if only love could do the same. The attack wasn't part of a war; it was a horrible mass murder that the consequences are unknown.
I finally reached the end of the alley; the sun was just starting to rise. Just then I learned that all this happened for a reason, we had to stop, and I suppose that was the only way but this really made me think of life and how quickly it can change, I stared into the sunrise, our country will recover, honour will be restored and these would be the first ways of the new rising sun.