Tu Fui, Ego ErisTitle: Tu Fui, Ego ErisMeaning: What you are, I was; what I am, you will be.Rating: ...PGGenre: Sci-fi/fanfiction/etc.Summery: Altimerus reflects on what is certainly a much exhausted subject while on his ship.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~It burns.One wouldnt think that such a thing as words or actions could have any real heat to them until they feel it themselves. How your face flushes with shame. How your mind freezes and gut clenches to the point where you feel unimaginable ineffectual frustration. It builds up within you until the force of your own anger is nearly physical. It consumes you like the very flame for which the feeling is named until you become an obsessed thing, bent on nothing but the task to which youve set yourself.
They cant do this to me. I wont allow it.
She cant do this to me.~~~~Indigo eyes narrowed down, half hidden by the owners lids as the focus within sharpened, thoughts hardening as
TruthTruthHave you ever wondered why in life the bad come out on top and the good lay wasted in the side-alley like the martyred dogs they are, so quick to judge but slow to react to the never-ending pus that infects the city streets and grows in power till it engulfs all and leaves none who remember what life was before the rot set in? What is right and wrong but how those perceive it, anyway, as the fallen look for the light and the risen fight to keep it, it all comes down to wants and survival of the selfish individual who never looks beyond their own little world of fantasies and dreams that will never come true but for the select few who gain it only by greed and black deals that stain their once pure soul with the evils of another twisted reality, turning them into the very thing they once despised and knew were wrong with all their being. When the villains are the heroes and the heroes turn to dust, who will the world turn to but itself, a rotten, mangled shell of a structure built
I Am...I dream dreams.It is both my salvation and my curse, for such are the dreams I dream that I will never be content with life.You ask who I am, and I can honestly reply to you that I do not know. There is far too much to tell.I am the lost dreamer, she who walks the shadowed path around the brightness of others.I am she who is never content to live, she who needs something that can never be.I am the watcher, who views the petty affairs of others and sees both their pain and joy with a mask of longing indifference.I am the hater, she who despises what she is and what those around her see her as.I am the chaser, who pursues her own mind, yet can never grasp it, can never lose herself in those worlds that she so desperately wants needs- to become a part of.I am the mother of all, she who has spawned hidden worlds beneath her fingertips. I am the essence of sadness, the embodiment of joy.I am the thinker, who knows more than she herself will ever admit or tell. I a