Misuki-Zeh

I'm going to be the one who saves me. It's not up to anyone else, and that's a blessing. I get to learn myself, discover who I am, know how to heal and aid in my troubles and pains. I get to know who and what I was born to be, without the ties and bonds of others telling me where I'm supposed to be. I find peace in that thought. I get to seek out my own love, I get to find my own truth. A little extra trust in the all mighty power of things, good to go. I have discovered myself. Time to live life. :)

Every body's just a stranger, that's the danger of going my own way. Everything happens for a reason, and I plan to live it right. My name is Emilia, I'm about to be 22 years old. I can promise you, being a young adult isn't all it's cracked up to be. I work two jobs and go to school. Life is a full time job. It's a little bitter sweet; working endlessly just to gather things that in any moment of what time is you could cease to exist. I am ready for that moment, not in a 'I want to die right now' kind of way, but in a 'I'm happy with the life I've lived' kind of way. What I'll be leaving behind are lessons of love and care, if my "students"

Today is the most beautiful day of these lives. Rain taps down from the sky, quickly and hard. It covers the outer windows, painting the glass. Laughter fills in the comfort of a small home-feeling establishment. Members of a family that has yet to be born sit near and far from one another. A lovely young gentleman paces behind the counter, serving the guests of such place. The door opens and cool chill dances its way through the insides. Today is the most beautiful day of these lives. Today we wake. Together, apart, one by one, and all at once. Good morning my loves, welcome home. Hearts beat, coffee is served, new loves are found, this

I want to scream. I want someone to understand why I'm hurt. Just one soul to grasp what I'm going through for that moment of pure comfort. That moment is yet to come. I don't feel that it's wrong of me to ask for an understanding ear to listen. Someone who hasn't just been there, but who actually understands the pits I'm feeling. I don't understand why life is so hard. I've lived it so many times, why is this time so hard and were the other times any easier, how'd I get through it then, or did I even manage to get through it at all? I know I've cut it short a few times, that's probably why I want to again. But what's the outcome? Who don't

One day soon I'll lose my memory. I'll wake up and have no recollection of who I am or where I'm at. The beautiful tragic fact of it is that I'll be waking up to my soul being. I will have lived over a million lives between the time my soul took a rest and my soul waking up. I did this for the greater good. One day soon I'll wake up. I will not recall my friends, my family, my life. I have no idea as to how I will be reacting to my surroundings, hoping that I've placed myself at the right place for that moment in time to be around the ones who will know what to do best. My memories already blend together. Friends from several lifetimes start

To live in and for the past is silly. It's already happened. The future is tomorrow, so why live there either. Today is where it's at. Today is when you're living, it's your life. The right here, the right now. Right now is when you make the choice to do the thing or not to do the thing. Right now is where you pick the crossroad you'd like better to travel down. I suppose all the roads come together eventually, so it really doesn't matter which way you go. If you eat or not, sleep now or later, help that friend out, kick it alone or with others. That's all up to you. Though I personally would prefer the road that I eat, the road that I rest,

A life in my hands, still I hear your murderous screams. “Let it go, let it go, drop that life, enjoy the new” They chant at me. That ‘new’ is far from, ‘enjoy’ who are you trying to fool. Your demons went out for a walk, I suppose they broke the leash, my door they approach. To drop such a life, a young little beauty, frail and tired. I could not. Not for the screamers who chant, nor your demons that scratch My door rips and tears as they claw to get in. “Out.” I demand. “This life is mine to hold, You shall not have.” They claw, they scream, they chant “Let it go.̶

Returning to her home town after five years, she did what anyone would do and found her favorite spot in the entire town, sat down, closed her eyes and smiled. For that moment nothing was different, all the trees surrounding the park, the lake that engulfed the center of it, the pathway that ran next to the lake, all the same. It’s like for that moment in time, the whole world was exactly the same as time hadn’t moved a bit. But that was a lie, time had moved to rapidly and she knew nothing was going to be the same as it was before. She sat up and looked around, the park was the same but everything outside of her calm quiet place

Dear bloodsucker, the one who haunts my dreams. Your venom was to much, my body didn't handle well to it. I'm afraid it was a poison, that I simply couldn't recover from. I know I'm built strong, as are you, but our venom's are different and the reaction was war. I cannot say I miss it, the way the reaction would feel, we both got angry and felt the urge to kill. But the other nights, for sure, I'd wish them back like heavens door. I lost something that day, something I knew I wouldn't recover from, I had to rip out my heart to tell you those words, to keep myself away. I said what needed to be said, though you never took kindly to my words.