Post by soren on Oct 13, 2008 23:47:32 GMT -1
Tag: Mya
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There's nothing wrong with thinking about the past. there's nothing wrong with planning a future. But sometimes, planning a future could mean the end to a very good present. A wise old man once said, "The past is history, tomorrow's a mystery, and today is a gift. That's why it is called the present." Most people can go their entire lies planning things out. Girls do it more then boys. At a young age they are taught to be good mothers and wives. They see things on tv and they begin to plan their weddings and how many children they're gonna have and who their going to marry. Guys, guys just think about the next meal and who their going to play cars with.
When you're a vampire you really don't think about those things. You're past is behind you maybe centuries behind you. You're future is doomed to walk the earth for always and eternity. And the present is nothing but a blur. Seconds minutes hours days weeks months years; they all mean nothing to a vampire. What sucks is if saids vampire had already planned out his life and then he was turned. Then it would have been like all that time for nothing.
Soren was one of those vampires. He had already had everything planned. he was going to become a famous photographer and travel the world. But that dreamed died along with him. Even if he did decided to do all those great things, people would see eventually that he wasn't aging. So it was best to hide himself from the world, fake his death and just run away from. The blonde hair man sighed as he placed his hands in his pockets of his trenchcoat. Life was lonely… He start to chuckle to himself. What life? To humans he was the living dead and nothing but that. The vampire searched furiously for some sort of life. But when he sensed nothing he gave up and sat by a near park bench.
He was hungry. And not feeding on awhile had dulled his senses. As Soren sat there, wondering on his pitless existence he began to wonder about the others like him. Did they all exist? If so how come he never saw them,? Truth was, Soren never really looked for vampires. Sure some of them make themselves known but other then that nothing. The man began to wonder if he was really alone in the whole deal. He looked up to were the moon should be. Clouds blocked his view and he sighed once more.[/blockquote]
[/size][/b]``Soren Michele Svendsen
«« Rip out the wings of a butterfly…
[/center]There's nothing wrong with thinking about the past. there's nothing wrong with planning a future. But sometimes, planning a future could mean the end to a very good present. A wise old man once said, "The past is history, tomorrow's a mystery, and today is a gift. That's why it is called the present." Most people can go their entire lies planning things out. Girls do it more then boys. At a young age they are taught to be good mothers and wives. They see things on tv and they begin to plan their weddings and how many children they're gonna have and who their going to marry. Guys, guys just think about the next meal and who their going to play cars with.
When you're a vampire you really don't think about those things. You're past is behind you maybe centuries behind you. You're future is doomed to walk the earth for always and eternity. And the present is nothing but a blur. Seconds minutes hours days weeks months years; they all mean nothing to a vampire. What sucks is if saids vampire had already planned out his life and then he was turned. Then it would have been like all that time for nothing.
Soren was one of those vampires. He had already had everything planned. he was going to become a famous photographer and travel the world. But that dreamed died along with him. Even if he did decided to do all those great things, people would see eventually that he wasn't aging. So it was best to hide himself from the world, fake his death and just run away from. The blonde hair man sighed as he placed his hands in his pockets of his trenchcoat. Life was lonely… He start to chuckle to himself. What life? To humans he was the living dead and nothing but that. The vampire searched furiously for some sort of life. But when he sensed nothing he gave up and sat by a near park bench.
He was hungry. And not feeding on awhile had dulled his senses. As Soren sat there, wondering on his pitless existence he began to wonder about the others like him. Did they all exist? If so how come he never saw them,? Truth was, Soren never really looked for vampires. Sure some of them make themselves known but other then that nothing. The man began to wonder if he was really alone in the whole deal. He looked up to were the moon should be. Clouds blocked his view and he sighed once more.[/blockquote]
