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Young Writers Society


Light_Devil!

About Light_Devil!

I've been thinking about death a lot lately. I'm not sure why. Not my death or anyone close to me - just death in general.

What is death? WHY is there death? What comes after death? Should I be afraid of death? Is death like sleep? Do you just suddenly stop?

This inevitably leads me to the path in which I question the existence of humanity.
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Why are we here?

After that I feel I think older than I should. Older as if maybe deep inside I know the answers to these questions, but will never really know if I do and I continue searching.

Like the answer is the air we breathe, we need it to survive, but we can never really grasp it.

- This is what goes on in my mind when I drift. I'm sorry if I appear rude when I'm not listening, but sometimes I think about more important stuff than what you did on the weekend.


Interests

Reading, writing, drawing, playing games and laughing.

Occupation

School, :P


"For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion."
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein