How Come?How come I feel things with my hand?Like dirt, rocks, and sand?How come I can touch,So very much?How come I can smell things with my nose?I don't really know, I suppose.Maybe it's because I just can.For I only an one man.How come I can hear things with my ear?Like a very insightful deer.Maybe it's to understand,Or to hear a well-thought plan.How come I can taste things with my mouth?To understand foods inside and out?To gather insight on my life,Through every single bite?How come I can see things with my eyes?Tell me they aren't lies.I don't know who I want to be,Because I know I can only be me.And yet, I have all of these,But nobody to please.How come I exist?Or, am I only one with the mist?
The Life We Knew Part 43 "This is very interesting," you speak up. "We no longer are fighting slow, stupid zombies." "Now we're fighting fast, stupid ones instead," Fara commented. "Just when you think things couldn't get much worse," Mason said. After having the conversation, most of the group lay on the ground and try to get some rest. Jake sits nearby the fireplace, tending to it. You sit next to him. "You should probalby get some sleep too," Jake says. "Nah. I'm okay," you say. You remember the moment in the gas station. "I'm not leaving you behind!" His words echo in your head. Jake snaps his fingers. "Still with me, Natalie?" "Yeah. By the way, I can't get what you said at the gas station out of my head." Jake looks at the ground. "Well...I guess I was just trying to be a hero, you know?" You can see him sli
For Sword and Honor Part 8 Erinsol taps his foot at the entrance of Berzenary. "They should be here any moment sir," a guard said. Tap, tap, tap. Horses come into view. Then Erinsol spots the people on the horses. Issac, Elidia, his wife, and the human that talked through the mirror. He supposes the human was of some help. Some. The horses stop in front of him. "It's about time," Erinsol muttered. Aceline wrapped her arms around Erinsol. "Well done Issac. Seems like you can do something right." "Thank you?", Issac replies. Erinsol looks at Noah. "Was this human of any use to you?", Erinsol asks. "Who's this...", Noah started. "Yes. He was able to help us," Elidia says. "Very well," Erinsol says. "I believe you would want payment. One thousand gold pieces?" "One thousand?!", Noah shouts. "You're right. That is fairly low. Two thousand f
The MenderAs a mender, I patch things upI bandage things that have been cutAs a mender, the work I doMay also be used to aid you.As a mender, I talk things outJust to make sure there is no doubtAs a mender, the help I giveHas made life easier to live.As a mender, I fight for the weakAnd many foes I surely seekAs a mender, I help those in needBy planting a ressasuring seed.But, even though all I've helpedI sit here and cry and welpFor a mender cannot help themselfWhen their love is overLike a book that has been readThat sits on a shelf.