Post by ~Regeneration~ on Mar 1, 2007 17:13:24 GMT -5
Get up, I need you now
The fine day suddenly grew cold as a bronc of blood canvas navagaited slowly on. He shook off shivers and blinked softly. His life was meaningless. But he shrugged that off too. Nothing mattered now but living every day. Life was pointless. Life held no surprise for him. Get Up moved like a stone giant; slowly and sadly. But with an air of determanation he took a long drink of fresh water. Get Up gently began grazing. But his heart was heavy, despite his greatest efforts to think of the positives. Maybe there wasn't any this time... maybe there will never be a good thing about his life... Get Up let out a faint cry, but in was only a silent echo throughout the land of happy creatures, that wished nothing to do with the unhappy.