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the world
a word meaning so much yet so little, we all refer to it every day
a man wakes up in a house built from before the war. the snow melted as spring arrived days earlier.
the distant chirping of birds, carried by the wind, relaxed his thoughts as the faces of fallen brothers came. he could never remember the faces in his dreams, but these faces of the friends he'd lost snapped to his eyes like pictures.
if only they could see his own afterlife as he called it.
a weight of another life rested on his legs. he watched it's chest rose and fell as it took it's breaths. the poor pup suffered through the years, but nature has a way of retaining it's life, even if frigid in it's weaker states. it has perseverence gone unknown
he gave it a pet, as he slowly bent his knees and raised his legs to leave it to rest
he put on a pair of old jeans, sewed together. they were broken, just like all he had, but fixed, more importantly, it was his.
he lived in a city, just like all of earth once had, before the uprising, before the fight.
he stood up, walking to the windows. he shunned the blinds aside, revealing a grassy green landscape, adorned with mud from the snow's melt.
he had reclaimed his life, with a cost greater than most people would know. not all made it out, which to him, made it all the more special that he did.
he was alive, both in body and mind.
a word meaning so much yet so little, we all refer to it every day
a man wakes up in a house built from before the war. the snow melted as spring arrived days earlier.
the distant chirping of birds, carried by the wind, relaxed his thoughts as the faces of fallen brothers came. he could never remember the faces in his dreams, but these faces of the friends he'd lost snapped to his eyes like pictures.
if only they could see his own afterlife as he called it.
a weight of another life rested on his legs. he watched it's chest rose and fell as it took it's breaths. the poor pup suffered through the years, but nature has a way of retaining it's life, even if frigid in it's weaker states. it has perseverence gone unknown
he gave it a pet, as he slowly bent his knees and raised his legs to leave it to rest
he put on a pair of old jeans, sewed together. they were broken, just like all he had, but fixed, more importantly, it was his.
he lived in a city, just like all of earth once had, before the uprising, before the fight.
he stood up, walking to the windows. he shunned the blinds aside, revealing a grassy green landscape, adorned with mud from the snow's melt.
he had reclaimed his life, with a cost greater than most people would know. not all made it out, which to him, made it all the more special that he did.
he was alive, both in body and mind.
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