A/N: Okay, well I found this floating around and I think I was gonna write more to it, but never did…so am just posting it. Sorry if it seems a little bit…incomplete. From what I gather (I may be wrong) I think that the first bit in Italics is Abby, I know that, but the second bit? I think is Carter….but can't remember. Actually it could be Luka. I think it's Luka. You can decide. I'll be cryptic ;-) But, uh, yeah, this goes out to everyone who's sweet to me on AIM/MSN…to many to name, but I love you all. Lots. xx
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Lost in this world, we're sinking. Sinking, whilst we wait for someone to save us. We wait for something to take our hand and guide us away from reality, for a saviour. We sit and watch others make shaky footsteps in the sand before us, slowly moving further and further away. Slowly, as we stay grounded, unmoving, the footsteps begin to fade and to the human eye it would look as though we had been abandoned, left isolated. It is at that moment when we are faced with two choices; to wait for this saviour, sinking further as we do so, or to slowly make footsteps of our own, to save ourselves.
I waited for so long; I waited for him to try to save me because I believed he could, because I wanted to be saved. I convinced him that I could be saved and eventually he tried. I waited there for so long as he tried to save me, to fix me, to guide me away from where I lay unmoving and I couldn't help being surprised when he didn't manage. He gave up trying in the end and all I could do was blame him. Blame him for not caring enough to keep trying.
I was blind then, I couldn't see through the rage I felt because he couldn't save me, I couldn't see that he helped me to move on from where I was, I couldn't see that he knew, knew that I had to save myself. I was so blind.
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I waited for someone to notice. I waited for someone to grab my hand and save me from my downward spiral. No one did, no one noticed and so after wallowing in self pity for a while, I realised that no one was going to save me. No one was going to save me because no one cared enough.
After my sudden realisation I tried to save myself, and to my amazement it worked. I took leap after giant leap and somehow I emerged around where I had started, a complete man.
Through time we realise that saviours don't exist, that they're just our excuse to stay sinking, because it's much easier to do so than to slowly move on. Essentially we are alone in this world, when the world closes in on us there's no one to care but ourselves. No one feels our pain like we do ourselves, everyone has their own anguish. Sometimes it all becomes too much, sometimes when the pain stabbing at our hearts refuses to cease, we sink further than we could ever have anticipated, and we no longer have the choice, we just know that we can save no one but ourselves. Sometimes others will help us along the way, sometimes they won't but in the end we must start making our own footsteps in the sand.