The pain was real, the darkness thick. He walked slowly, guided by his inner feeling. The gnawing discomfort wouldn’t subside. The ache continued to grow drowning the regret. Cover upon cover, layer upon layer. Years streamed by as his paced slowed. His hand over his heart, his back beginning to arch. Strength turned to weakness. His knees began to buckle. His thoughts, more clouded as every ounce of his effort wasn’t enough. Then his eyes closed and his soul. -comma- His eyes opened to a new world. The pain increased. Regret screamed from every corner. Shooting streams of pain came to him disguised as a familiar word. Yes, it was familiar, it was his words that he spoke in his lifetime. Why did it hurt? Terror – Everything was more real here. Nightmares beyond description. Then there was the appearance of the one he knew as “The Son of Man”. His knees went down but there was no relief. He saw the tears in his Creators eyes. Wait, Wait he said as the Great One turned and walked away – forever…………
Comments (19)
Hey, you seem like a really cool person. thanx for the comment. ya know, it seems like its only hard to change while your actually trying to, and when you finally do, its not hard at all and you start to slip cause you think it will be easy to get back where you are. i dont know, maybe its just me. anyways thanx again. peace
where do you get your music?
hey thanks for the comment! You have a really awesome site! I love this song… “Irene”
-Beth*
thanx man, well i gotta go to work so i will ttyl i hope. peace out man
dude….who the hell are you?…and why are you obsessed with brian?…you a pedophile or somethin?
and for the record….not to be mean or offend you…but you completely fucked up that star wars thing you have below……thats like an insult to Lucas himself or something…but hey….its your right…so…yeah….peace!!!
errr…rawr…okay it’s actually a funny story, but when i was a young lad i came across the fountain of youth…yeah…i actually ran up to it…and then a dog/man/cat pushed me in…and i kinda swallowed some of it’s…umm…stuff…and now i’m immortal…yeah, imagine that…huh…well…i’lll see ya
I like your Star Wars quotes.
anyway, I’m a youth pastor at Good Stewards Church in Southern Calif. you know, I’ll actually be in S. Dakota from Tues to Thurs. what city are you in? I wonder if my cell works over there 
(323) 547-2454
Good meeting you, sir.
Well, I’ll be in Sioux Falls, which is pretty far from Yankton. wow, haha, you have different songs playing everytime I visit your site. cool. whoa, and one of them’s korean! When I’m not speaking at night, I’m thinking of findout about and even visiting the indian reservations in the area. do you have any contacts for that? I have one guy who’s gonna take me about 150 miles away from Sioux Falls ( I don’t know which city) for an indian reservation. (and your email link doesn’t work)
you are interesting
Just posting back to ya. Thanks for checking out my site!
how old r u? I was wondering……yur site says yur 46…is that right?
~KErry
um…yay
now that you gave me permission…i can fully enjoy the Fountain of Youth!
Yeah, JSizzle’s site IS interesting…but mine’s interestinger
hhmmmmmmm *busts out into song* aannd at your funeral i will sing the requiem…i will offer you my hand, it would hurt too much to watch you diiiieeee….
uh…yeah. that’s a good question..a bit morbid, wouldn’t you say?…survey-ish thing? o.O
I want ppl to say that i was the best alien ninja in the world!!!!!
yeah…^_^
That post was dumb. Nevermind. Good luck with that whole life thing.
No does ur chinese guy ever get a frown on his face?
haha, i want the truth to be said about me at my funeral. I don’t want people sayin, “she was nice, good hearted, she was never selfish, she was always there when i needed her.” instead i want the truth. “She was a fighter, she loved to play fight, and just live life to the fullest. She was down to do anythin, but if u eva pissed her off, u would never hear the end of it, she turned from angel to devil in aquickness, and the bitch would come out of her. she told it like it was.” that’s what I want. I want the mean stuff to be said about me. if i was a bitch, then say i’m abitch, don’t put no sugar coatin on my shit. how about you, what do you want to be said at your funeral!?
hmm… i don’t know…what do you think??
[that was a weird comment, btw] o_O;;