Jokes. Insults. /Emotion./
So diverse, yet able to agree on some things. Strange, how I now find myself contemplating those agreements idly, not really important to those who accept their lives, and who they have turned out to be. Why is it that the agreement I find myself fussing over, is one that really doesn't matter . . .
/Sugar, spice and everything nice./
It's certainly observant, and certainly applicable, for all little girls experience this level of oblivious innocence at one point or another. No matter how their life began or ended, they all discover that little breath of bliss.
Except for me.
The sugar has long since melted down to sticky caramel, still collecting bits of dust and such.
My spice is much too spicy, it only repels.
And everything nice . . . just look into my eyes and you will find out I have nothing nice to offer.
Strange, how I have no regrets, besides what I could not prevent. Emotions still confuse me, as do the people who carry them so shamelessly. ~I~ confuse me, but it is all something I have learned to adapt to, or ignore depending upon the time I find myself in. That's why I distance myself from unsettling society, but oh how I wish to embrace what they offer . . .
He tried, and died. His attempts of shattering my cocoon were just beginning to come through, then, unheeding of consequence, he went and got himself killed. Whoever knew that I would just fall willingly back into misery, except after experiencing something far more fulfilling, my addiction became even more painful than ignorance.
They say I loved him. I don't know.
They say I killed him. I don't know.
They say I'm cold. Whoever knew how right they were.
I'm so cold, I shiver.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Well, finally I wrote an angsty Lulu POV, that I've been aching to try ever since I completed FFX. Maybe I'll make it into a prologue of another story to come, but who knows?! Tell me what you think, alright?
Toodles.
giggleplex
So diverse, yet able to agree on some things. Strange, how I now find myself contemplating those agreements idly, not really important to those who accept their lives, and who they have turned out to be. Why is it that the agreement I find myself fussing over, is one that really doesn't matter . . .
/Sugar, spice and everything nice./
It's certainly observant, and certainly applicable, for all little girls experience this level of oblivious innocence at one point or another. No matter how their life began or ended, they all discover that little breath of bliss.
Except for me.
The sugar has long since melted down to sticky caramel, still collecting bits of dust and such.
My spice is much too spicy, it only repels.
And everything nice . . . just look into my eyes and you will find out I have nothing nice to offer.
Strange, how I have no regrets, besides what I could not prevent. Emotions still confuse me, as do the people who carry them so shamelessly. ~I~ confuse me, but it is all something I have learned to adapt to, or ignore depending upon the time I find myself in. That's why I distance myself from unsettling society, but oh how I wish to embrace what they offer . . .
He tried, and died. His attempts of shattering my cocoon were just beginning to come through, then, unheeding of consequence, he went and got himself killed. Whoever knew that I would just fall willingly back into misery, except after experiencing something far more fulfilling, my addiction became even more painful than ignorance.
They say I loved him. I don't know.
They say I killed him. I don't know.
They say I'm cold. Whoever knew how right they were.
I'm so cold, I shiver.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Well, finally I wrote an angsty Lulu POV, that I've been aching to try ever since I completed FFX. Maybe I'll make it into a prologue of another story to come, but who knows?! Tell me what you think, alright?
Toodles.
giggleplex