I recommend this song to go with it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jD2cQZmeaFc&feature=related


This is me, just freestyling it. I just felt like writing anything that just drifted into my mind based on something I've been feeling rather strongly about. I know I haven't written much in story at all, but that's due to uni keeping me busy and me for some reason not having the drive to write as much as I RP.

Anyway, enjoy the read.
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Drifting
Floating.
Just floating in a puddle. An azure pool.
Wanting to just lay and face the roof, as I drift.
Water's reflection lining, weaving, dancing upon it.
To shut my eyes and let the water flood my ears.
As I listen...to that rhythmic beating of my heart.
Of the gentle lapping of water.
Cleaning.
Cleansing.

Life in its bliss.
A state of Nirvana.
No branching in a straight road full of rocks and pits.
Stagnant, endless flowing water.
Just drifting...
Drifting...
The impossible, unreachable.
A life that this one won't allow.

For heaven's ascent is to be earned.
For hell's descent is to be earned.
To choose a path.
A path amongst millions.
Fog covers the way.
Winds brush away.
Whispers pull astray.
A path amongst millions.
Multiplied to billions.

No certain path becomes clear.
Mind races for many.
Attraction in each.
Unknowing heart's true desire.
Overwriting the soul's desire.
Until nothing is certain at all.
What Heart wants.
What Soul wants.
What Mind wants.

Heart breaks heart.
Soul rejects soul.
Mind denies mind.

Until nothing remains but oblivion.
Light can shine through.
Yet dark can envelop again.
An endless cycle.
Of seemingly clear paths.
Quickly shrouded within days.

Fervent conviction.
Falls into betrayal.

Chaotic order.
Harmonic dissonance.

This is oblivion.

But one thing resonates in the absence of nothing.
In the existence of everything.

A faint cry. It echoes.

A faded memory.
A jaded faith. A forgotten virtue.
One long forgotten, from times at the start of the journey.
Another questioned, abstract, innocent values finding difficulty to define.
The very substance that defines.

And sight becomes clear.
Footing stands fast.
Heart holds strong.
Yet the fog still lies thick.
Yet the wind still weaves.
The whispers still cleave.

But with each crossroad, a destination becomes clear.
What defines you?
What is your destination?
Are you certain of it?
Paths strewn in billions.
Every moment,
Every turn.
A new path lies in wait.
Questions arise.
And such is life.

Not a blissful drifting pool.
But such moments come. A reprieve of peace and tranquility.
Lasting but a quarter of the time spent on paths.
But a moment to truly feel the heart.
To listen to the beat.
To drift without worry.
Before returning to what lies in wait.

Paths that cross and spread.
Paths ending, beginning.
A destination lies in wait.
Where is yours?
Amidst the branches, many await.
The route may corrode, ebb, vanish.
But remember that there is a pool to drift in.
A state of peace.
Where one can drift.
As the heart echoes true.
As water gently rocks.
Cleaning.
Cleansing.
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