The Governance: Journals Pt. 1Unrecognizable. That was the first word that came to my mind when I saw it. Simply unrecognizable. Sara keeps telling me it isn’t the London I had known before – that London is dead and gone. But the mere fact that this new, strange place is called London, tells my mind that I have to see something familiar. Never mind the small things like the building where my school used to be, or Communal Gymnasium Number 45. The landmarks are not here. No Big Ben, no London Eye…not even the Thames.Sara showed me around. She hasn’t changed much since I last saw her. Coming to think of it, she hasn’t changed at all. And it’s
GoneThe house was big,Its lawn was green.He wanted to see it,But he thought he couldn’t go in.Thoughts played around in his head.What was the point of living when he felt so dead?His life had crumbled in an instant,Everything he had known seemed so cold and distant.Now there was only the house,Sitting as silently on its lawn as a mouse.It beckoned him to come inside.It asked him to take one last ride.So he walked along its fence,His eyes hazed, but his muscles tense.Then he saw the open gate,And felt sure that it had to be fate.He slowly walked towards the door,That looked like it could swallow him whole.H
...and Darkness Awaits...And Darkness AwaitsIn the mysterious absence of light,Darkness falls and day slowly turns into night.But this is not a night like any other,Like those which search for but never find the day like a long lost lover.There are completely no twinkling stars in the sky,And the moon is invisible, no one knows why.There is no silhouette of the woods and their trees,You can look and wonder, but you will never see.No, this is not a night like any other,Like those which search for but never find the day like a long lost lover.The night is defined by only one thing;It seeps to the surface of the earth like a poison unseen.It
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