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desert angels

2011.03.07
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~ a search ~ a flight ~ a post-apocalyptic canvas, emptied from life, destroyed by ignorance ~ a hell not welcoming anyone any more ~ and yet humanity's last stand ~
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~ imagine to travel through landscapes like these ~ on foot ~ without technology ~ forced to reach a safe haven somewhere in the unimaginable distance ~
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~ fleeing the screaming mad memories of destruction ~ manslaughter ~ chaos ~ and what you believe, was love ~
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your feet scorched ~ your skin burned down to ripping stripes of pain ~ your throat aching from thirst every breath you inhale ~ your brain filled with fear to never escape ~ failing to find anything at the end of the journey ~
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~ and yet, what other way is there than forward ~
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~ to live, because there is a path ~ the unknown that has to be better than what you have seen ~
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~ to love, because there is nothing to fear than the dullness of your heart, wounded by your superiors decision to provide you with meaning ~
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~ a soldier in a war with yourself ~ to finally break down when weakness overpowers the sparks of rebellion ~ mutiny against missing ~ futile ~
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~ and yet to make everything out of so little ~ a drop of water providing an ocean of hope ~ and yet, a desert, snow face of doom ~ where angels begin.
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i'm writing again.



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Category: on vacation
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Tagged: desert angels novel postapocalyptic plotskeleton firstdraft
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