Animus

The ground was familiar to the sound and feel of running. It became accustomed to it once creatures of the sea claimed the earth thus making it their slave and once evolved it was expected to provide them with fresh fruits of nourishment. As the creatures ate greedily there was only one species that was able to live in peace with the earth and provide the same gentle nourishment as it had for them.

Darkness

I have a dear friend who I've known for quite sometime. Some of you may know him others may not. He's a very close friend of mine and I thought I should have the liberty of introducing him to you. His name is Darkness, an old friend from childhood memory and plays a key roll in the way the world functions. You see without my friend Darkness there would be no light, there would be no hope, and there would be no need to fear anything. If we feared nothing than what was there to lose? We wouldn't value anything and we would live our lives disposing things we did not find useful anymore.

Now, I'm not saying that we don't already do that but we know the value of something. Whenever we reject a persons kindness we have the feeling of remorse or that memory sticks with us for the longest time gnawing at the back of our heads. That is my friend Darkness telling you all the things that could have happened just because you rejected a persons kindness.

My friend Darkness, he pities the living for we produce morality. A tiger does not have morality, in regards to Mark Twain, instead it reacts on instinct. An instinct I wish to posses.

Journal/Freewrite Activity: 2 8/27/14

The temperature reached 103° Fahrenheit in Brownsville, Texas. Heat waves gradually rose from the ground turning Brownsville into a desert. The day was not bright, but rather yellow, as if the the world was a camera, and its effects had been chnaged from normal to sepia. This has been the coldest temperature in ten years.

Grass has been reduced on our lawns like the hair on a forty year olds mans head and our resacas have drained to where if you were flying above us you'd think they were the veins of our torn down city.

The reduction of water and food has brought us down to our barbaric roots. If a single drop were to come from your drain leaving a stain it's sure to follow that a mob of savages will appear with buckets, begging for a drop.

Those with resources have fled the land going to faraway places that support their needs. Many that remain have either nowhere to go or refuse to leave their motherland that breeds them.

We beg for water to return and have received nothing, but our hopes continue, having faith that surrounding cities, states, or governments will save us. Even if we have to wait until our last drop of water.

Rebel Love Story

"Don't you remember watching that shitty ass movie?"
"What movie?" I ask continuing to dice the vegetables on the now splintering cutting board Josiah has handed me from the sink. It didn't look clean but what more can you do in a world thirsty for water it can't even control it's limited tears.
He bites down on the unlit cigarette as he fishes for the lighter in his pockets. "That one movie with the kid with only one leg and the girl who has to breathe through a fucking tank but she gets tired just walking down the fucking stairs." To his success Josiah takes out the missing lighter with a cry of joy and lights his cigarette with a pleasant smile then tossing it back into the black hole that are his denim pockets.
"You mean The Fault In Our Stars?" I raise my eyebrow and stop the motions of my hands. "And stop cussing so damn much, your kid is in the living room watching his show."
Josiah pays no mind to his four year old sitting too close to the TV watching SpongeBob prance around like an idiot in Jellyfish Fields. It's a miracle this show has been running for almost 30 years with all the original cast members dead, but the young ones don't know, heck they still don't know the difference between right and wrong.