sugarflydragon

There’s a monster at your door. It doesn't knock or ring the doorbell; it just stands and waits for you to come out. The monster might be vicious, rabid, disfigured and morphed; you’re not quite sure. You've never actually seen it. But it’s a monster, you know it is; you were taught it was. How could you be wrong? Batten down the hatches, bar the windows, and hide your wife and children. The monster might possibly neutralize your morals and your families with its acidic touch if it gets in your home. You don’t quite know if it will do this, but you’re better safe than sorry. Why question your judgment?

The air is crisp and you can hear the laughter of children running off to school. A weather plane sails over your head in the light blue morning sky, all but a spark of silver. Suddenly it’s bright. You can feel a warm sensation on your eyes as you look at the blinding, brilliant glowing that surrounds you. As you stare at the light you feel your eyes soften and pool in their sockets, shimmering liquid drips off your cheeks, glistening in the burnished light. But despite this you can still see that warm light that surrounds you, holding you close. Waves of gold weave their fingers through your hair and boil the liquid on your chee

155,000 people die every day. 6,446,131,400 die every year. If you ask someone if someone they knew died, most would probably say they have experienced one or two personal deaths in their life of someone close to them. So what about the 155,000 people that just died that day, or the 6,446,131,400 that just died that year? Were they all just swept up in the breeze and never found? Were the memories of their souls stolen by sheer distraction and forgetfulness? Or did anyone even know they existed in the first place? Most would say that these people were the forgotten; the people that were so unloved, that no one even knew that there was