Father and Daughter"I amos' gots it, Daddy! Amos'
" I looked over to the little girl whose hands were plastered to the wall, face moving back and forth as her eyes followed the faerie that darted across the walls. It lingered about two inches out of her reach, but it did not deter her from wanting to catch it. I knew that if she could, she could stay in that spot all day, waiting for it to move just a fraction before flinching to the catch again. I knew because she had too much of me in her."C'mon, Artie," I said, laughing a quiet chuckle. "You got it, baby girl."As if my words were the trigger, she leapt in the air as high as any four-year-old could jump, trying to bridge the remaining two inches to her prize. And as faeries do, it slipped away from her fingers. She had jumped maybe a solid three inches in that determined desire and that damned faerie had moved itself beyond once again. I say damned because that might be what Artie might say if she was my age and attempting the same feat. At four
Two MindsHe looked at her from behind earnest eyes and asked her why.He could hear his twin imploring his forgiveness, but he tuned her out: it was just him and her there, and the only word that he heard from his lips and wanted to hear in his mind was why.They were not the best of friends but they had bonded quickly over events that only they found significant, as friendships are. Their love was not the strongest love but it was a love formed by their strengths and differences, as love is. They were not the best or the worst of people but they were better than some and worse than others, as humans are.One of her worst qualities was her inability to tell him the whole truth and one of his worst was his inability to see the truth, despite the simplicity of it all. Their subjectivity made the truth more complicated than it should have been.One of their best qualities was their overwhelming empathetic nature. It brought unto them a great maturity, more so than many of their age, however despit
The Best Laid Plans-X/1999 MOVIE SPOILER WARNINGAt the top of Tokyo Tower, a soft wind blew amid the hard chaos of destiny that had just taken place. She had struck without warning, as she always had a tendency to do, laying a disappearing waste to the city that surrounded the tower, a waste that had taken too many good lives in her wandering aims. She was an odd deity, cruel only because that was life and she needed to live. She never asked to destroy on the lives of those beneath her, only intruded like a parasite, worming her way into the blood and causing those infected by her to do anything to be free of her grip. And now she looked out at the top of Tokyo Tower, to the bent man kneeling among rubble that was no longer there and broken weapons, cradling the severed head of his best friend, and, as things went, she didn't give a damn. Her whims had been sated and that was all that mattered.The bent man, Kamui, hated destiny for all that she had done to him and to those that he loved. She had mercil
The EquilibriumI cannot be as tired, or sick, or old.That is alright. It doesn't matter to me.The world is meaningless, but what is meaningBut a feeling that draws man toward endless suffering?What is feeling but the ultimate lie?Truth lies in the Equilibrium.Sense is the greatest offense,Whether in paint or what lies in the heart.Lies are driven by desire.Desire is more than a cardinal sinAgainst the projected and constant peaceThat the Father has kept for us.Emotion is a lie.In Libria we are always free,Always knowing how each day we live,Always knowing how each day we thrive.Our song is the Father's words.Our dance is our steps in the streets.These are the rhythms, of those we take no joy.In the Nether they will always be slavesTo the hope that things will return as they were.They are unbridled with rage, with grief, with love,With all the meanings that have torn our world apart.They are shackled, believing they're right,When all that they are is wrong.I live in the truth.