A grieving burden

It's sad to be the bringer of bad news, isn't it?
It is, indeed. But... at least it gives some sort of advantage.
Advantage?
Well, follow my train of thought. You are the one with the burden of telling the bad news, therefore, others do not know them. That gives you an advantage point.
But it doesn't matter, they are still bad news and I know they will be sad when they hear it, well, even I will.
Yeah... but at least you have some time to think about how you're going to bring it.
I'm not a very good grief reliever, I'd rather just bomb it down. That's how I prefer to receive bad news.
To each his own, I guess.

But I remember you were quite happy early this day.
I was, it's funny how waking up early on a cold sunny day lifts the spirits.
Is it fair for one bad notice to put it all at risk?
Well, it is quite a bad one.
Then it may be fair.
I guess it is.
But I'd like you to remember one thing you used to say to yourself.
Which is?
You can mourn over a sad happening, but only once.
What if this one time mourning takes a long time?
Up to you.
This sucks.
Indeed. But it is not carved into stone, sooner or later, it goes away.
But I don't know what to say, you can't deny the existence of a bad entity after it's said.
I know, but you gotta try. If there is something you ought to already have known is that people can take it. Perhaps that is one of the few perks of being an adult, you get to know bad things aren't forever. Well, I dunno. I just wanted to help you out somehow boy, but it is really up to you.
I know. But it's sad still.
As sad as it may be, it can't stop time. Also, the sky is still there for us, remember that. Fear not what may happen if you speak in times like these, as long as you do it willing for the best. Fear not trying to go through. Then it stops. And you stop, again.
Heh...

Also, you have a story about a father and his son to write.
But I also got work to do.
To each his own.

Support fire, part 1

And I can smell the same pitiful scent of loss from your soul.
Perhaps what you smell is your own fear. Ever thought about it?
Insolent fool... How dare you talk like this to me?
It's simple...
Simple? I see. You're trying to keep your spirit by lying to yourself. You'll share the same fate as your friend.
Will I? And what proof do you have that you have killed him? You're nothing more than a lie rebuilding itself in order to tackle on people's fears.
What?!
As far as we know, he disappeared...
I KILLED HIM!
Prove!
THIS IS THE PROOF!
...
Anything familiar in this locket?
...
You will rot... Just like him...


You said it was feasible, you said I could do it!
And I meant it!
But you lied...!
When did I lie?
You said he wasn't killed!
He wasn't...
Falz has the locket, he killed him.
What does that prove?!
Where else would he get that locket?!
I don't know.
...!


It's strange to fight against the fear of failing.
Very strange indeed. Perhaps the few words of help we can actually hear are the ones we magically imbue.
I don't know what are yours, but I can only repeat in my head "Come out swinging!".
And boy does it work.

I can see the rails

Enjoy your stay.

I wonder whether they say that before locking you in jail. Maybe if they are in a sadist mood. It's a bit sad when things seem to strive against their original plans. But that's not the thing. The thing is I am still behind in the organization aspect. I haven't even paid attention to the resolutions I made for last year, not even to mention the new resolutions. But I'm aware of it.
I guess being aware of things is a first step. Although being ever so conscious of things can be quite dangerous. It makes you think, it makes you count every detail of what is going on, what has already past and what will perhaps come to play. And that quite sucks sometimes. Being conscious that you are perhaps doing something out of laziness or something else. You know, when you feel like you know why you're doing something but you prefer to tell yourself that you are not. You're just, doing something, like normal people do. It may be wrong, or right, but you're doing, for the sake of it.
I don't think that made itself pretty clear.
I wonder if our essence is really something important. As in, I'm vengeful, and pretty much of an angry child. Ever since I can remember, although in the past I could, every now and then, explode. I guess that's me, well, part of it, that's not the big picture but a relevant part of it.
I don't know exactly why am I thinking this ''who we are'' thing. Perhaps because of Daytripper. I guess I really have got to read more.

Foul ball, haha.