let justice be done,
What is considered to be really, truly living? Some say that waking up in the morning after a long nights rest is a blessing. Others just take it as something for granted, so what does the weight of life really mean to a person? There have been countless times where human kind has sought out means to live throughout eternity. But what if that life they desperately tried to find became filled with nothing but grief? There are so many questions I keep asking myself, but there really isn't a single point in time that I voice them out to anyone else. Why would I? What for? It isn't something that is easily understood. It feels like you're suffocating even though you're still breathing. It might not make sense, but then again, what does? One minute you believe that today is going to be like all of the others, the next?
You left the kettle steaming on the stove, whistling away simply because you were too distracted with your thoughts just now, right? You were wondering why this or why that and you simply forgot your present. That's how I used to think, until time began to work against me. I wanted things to go back to how they once were, but we can't always get what we want, now can we? We've always been selfish, greedy, always desiring far more than what is in our reach. That is our greatest flaw as a society. We strive for something in order to make the next generation better, but what if in doing that we only make it worse? Seeking refuge on a completely different planet might've been the greatest idea of all time, but who are we to change fate? We are not gods, we are nothing otherworldly.
And yet we struggle to fight against those who've descended from the sky because they desire to obliterate the eyesore that is commonly known as the human race. We are inferior, we are nothing to them, or so they say. You listen and you think. That is the basic and most fundamental thing you could ever need when facing an enemy. You weigh the cons before you weigh the pros, because what better way to expect a positive outcome than to completely grasp the negative? My heart is pounding and it's becoming hard to breathe, but I can't let that deter me from winning. I need to keep moving forward, I need to make a better future for all of us even if some lay down their life by giving up. The ache in my bones, the pressure in my limbs, every single fiber of my being keeps telling me to not stand for anything less than what we deserve.
Tell me, how many lives have you taken so that you can stand where you are now? Bloodshed, war, destruction, it means nothing to you so long as you can get your way out of everything you do, right? I wonder, what will stop you once everything is nothing but rubble and ash? Is it possible that one day you'll see your own existence as a threat to what is left of the world? I can't really say that I fully comprehend what you think or how you feel when it comes to a lot of things, but I guess that we're not really all that different. I want to find out the truth, to be told that what I have been doing means something far greater than what I've come to believe. I want to know, is my being here really all that important? Is me still fighting for what I believe is right all that worth it?
I guess I'll never really know the answer to all of that till I see it all to the end. Sort of like starting a movie without having trailers and video clips being sent on the side by a friend who's already seen it. They spoil it for you, but you want to see it play out for yourself. Were we really all that naive to try and fix what has been broken since the beginning? Were we really wrong in wanting to find a better place to live, to grow up, to spend the rest of our days in? Would you betray your own kind just to be able to get there? I don't think I would be able to bring myself to do something like that. I don't believe in traitors, but I also don't believe in fully trusting someone wholeheartedly. You never know when your best friend who is fighting back to back will one day stab his sword right into the back of your throat.
I have to stay alert. One step, two steps, three steps ahead if I have to. I won't sacrifice the life of countless others just to see things through. I won't stand idly by and let the ground beneath my feet crumble into nothing more than shattered memories and dreams of those that kept hoping that the war that took place fifteen years ago would never return to haunt them. I won't let anyone stand in the way of bringing it all to an end, even if they were the ones who started it. A domino effect that possibly could have been avoided, but also something that needed to happen in order for something greater to occur. Ripples in the water that bounce off the edges, becoming larger as they grow farther apart. Let our struggles be the very thing that carries us through, makes us stronger, and establishes a cease fire to the war we wage.
Even if the one within ourselves doesn't quell its thirst for centuries to come.
though the heavens fall.
The scent of salt water could be sensed as a crisp breeze brushed through the surrounding area causing ripples and waves to be formed. These waves gently rocked the large boat across its surface as it made its way towards its destination. Screeching of seagulls could be heard coming from overhead in the distance which caused the attention of a man who'd taken it upon himself to rest his weary gaze for a couple of moments. Long lashes fluttered rapidly till they revealed the concealed eye beneath the lid so that it could focus on the source of the sound that continued to grow louder, accompanied by the continuous lapping of water against the side of the large battleship.
Maintaining a neutral expression, the individual moved his steps towards one of the sides so that he could gain a closer look at those feathered creatures that seemed to have someone gained his momentary fascination. Gradually, his lips took a small upturn in order to reach a small smile. The memoirs these animals caused made him feel fairly nostalgic. It caused both painful as well as genuine feelings to bubble up inside of him as they continue to vigorously flap their wings before gliding through the air as they maintained their course. A slow and deep intake of oxygen filled his lungs for a few moments only to be exhaled soon after in the form of a content sigh as his only workable eye met a close once again.
He mused with the memory, allowed it to fester for a bit longer within his mind in its brilliance and utmost splendor. The warmth of his fingertips pressed against that delicate surface of his recalled companion made him feel a bit less lonely in the planet he now resided in. Inaho never stopped believing, never stopped looking the same way that martian he once met. He wanted to keep hoping that one day he could cross paths with the person whom he somehow began to cherish far more than he intended. So with those thoughts still clinging onto his mind, he returned his stare towards those very creatures that held her fascination.
"I promise I'll find you someday, Seylum."