Post by Emerson on Oct 11, 2017 16:43:48 GMT -5
I find myself at my old home. The place where I grew up. Its abandoned now. No one has lived here for almost 2 decades. The house no longer has any doors and some walls are completely gone. Its half burnt down in the kitchen. This is where I lived, my sister and I. Our parents, god rest their souls were terrible parents. Very few times did we feel any love from them. I dont think it was an emotion they could feel. We dealt with anger and violence in that particular order.
And even as a young kid I knew I could be a better parent than them. And I am today. I guess I owe them thanks if not for the terrible parents they were I wouldnt of figured out what kind of parent I would want to become. Ironic yes I know.
I walk along the broken up sidewalk. This particular street is almost all abandoned. As I get near the house I pick up some large sized rocks and fling them at whats left of the windows. Breaking whats left and I do not let a single tear escape me. They dont deserve my tears. What I give is a sneer and then some. I keep slinging rocks and keep thinking maybe one of these rocks will strike in just the right spot and bring the entire house down. But it doesnt happen. Sometimes there are just not enough rocks.
I stay there for a moment thinking I have had my fill of memory lane. But its not that way. In my mind I having a conversation with my parents. Telling them of their grandson and catching them up about their daughter as well. My sister would never come here, unless its to spit on this house, she cant spit on their graves because they were both cremated. Oh well.
I guess I say this because some people have good lives. Some people grew up in good homes. And instead of taking care of their home they mess it up, they dont show respect or honor for it. Perfect example is SFT. So many people here take things for granted. They have all the talent in the world and yet they let it go to waste. They are given everything on a silver platter and yet they still arent happy. What the hell do you have to be angry about? Why is it you cant do more for the place that gave you so much. SFT is home to a lot of us. If we are feeling lonely, we come here. If we want somewhere to yell and scream and maybe get someone to give us advice, we come here. If we need a place to hide out and escape, we come here. SFT is everything we want it to be and then some. And yet its not enough. People take this place for granted, that needs to stop.
Another example is Jamo. So you and I Jamo are gonna face off. Jamo you are so much like Louis Cypher it aint even funny. Generic bad guy who uses words like black and dark like if its your second language. I guess Goth would be your first language. And sorry to say I dont speak Goth. I speak, English, Spanish and a few words of French. Hell I even picked up a few words of Japanese from all the anime I watch at a friends house.
私は
Well anyway I hope I wrote that right? Haha
As I was saying. Jamo, you need to take care of your new home, respect it, treat it right, and above all else, do for it and it will do for you.
Fade to Black
And even as a young kid I knew I could be a better parent than them. And I am today. I guess I owe them thanks if not for the terrible parents they were I wouldnt of figured out what kind of parent I would want to become. Ironic yes I know.
I walk along the broken up sidewalk. This particular street is almost all abandoned. As I get near the house I pick up some large sized rocks and fling them at whats left of the windows. Breaking whats left and I do not let a single tear escape me. They dont deserve my tears. What I give is a sneer and then some. I keep slinging rocks and keep thinking maybe one of these rocks will strike in just the right spot and bring the entire house down. But it doesnt happen. Sometimes there are just not enough rocks.
I stay there for a moment thinking I have had my fill of memory lane. But its not that way. In my mind I having a conversation with my parents. Telling them of their grandson and catching them up about their daughter as well. My sister would never come here, unless its to spit on this house, she cant spit on their graves because they were both cremated. Oh well.
I guess I say this because some people have good lives. Some people grew up in good homes. And instead of taking care of their home they mess it up, they dont show respect or honor for it. Perfect example is SFT. So many people here take things for granted. They have all the talent in the world and yet they let it go to waste. They are given everything on a silver platter and yet they still arent happy. What the hell do you have to be angry about? Why is it you cant do more for the place that gave you so much. SFT is home to a lot of us. If we are feeling lonely, we come here. If we want somewhere to yell and scream and maybe get someone to give us advice, we come here. If we need a place to hide out and escape, we come here. SFT is everything we want it to be and then some. And yet its not enough. People take this place for granted, that needs to stop.
Another example is Jamo. So you and I Jamo are gonna face off. Jamo you are so much like Louis Cypher it aint even funny. Generic bad guy who uses words like black and dark like if its your second language. I guess Goth would be your first language. And sorry to say I dont speak Goth. I speak, English, Spanish and a few words of French. Hell I even picked up a few words of Japanese from all the anime I watch at a friends house.
私は
Well anyway I hope I wrote that right? Haha
As I was saying. Jamo, you need to take care of your new home, respect it, treat it right, and above all else, do for it and it will do for you.
Fade to Black
