thanks y'all 
x
...sometimes I do...I think I'm mad. Worrying that the sky may fall and the brilliant blue will shatter into millions of pieces...and the stars will draw blood as they wing themselves past me.
And sometimes I cry into the silence of the night, my sorrow echoing and dancing through the shadows. Sometimes dancing a fast tango, eager to reach hell...others clinging at my heart, squeezing every last out.
I cannot always feel this way, can I? Dreams try to steal me away - have you ever been to Dreamland, I wonder?...as far as it is to the moon, but if the fairies take you, you'll be safe as a dead butterfly, it's soul gone to rest. Wonders await you in that beautiful land, a place where nothing goes wrong, anything is possible. You can fly if you want,...you have love...and what could possibly generate more love than love from love itself?
If people say you're crazy, then they know nothing. Their imagination is clearly far removed from their soul...like death in the wind - black, charred, toxic. You cannot diagnose. To diagnose is to cause death - an ending for all, an escape from the light of the world. It's as fatal as letting Hannibal Lecter slice open your head and roast your brain. Because, like his victims, you will swallow anything, puppet like.
I refuse to be tied to pieces of string, moved by some corrupt force. Do to me what you will, but don't steal my mind. I cannot live without my mind.
ITS A WONDERFUL PIECE OF WORK.Its very interesting and descriptive.You have let your imagination get high..... 
I really love your work. 
Excellent…absolutely marvelous. I really like this kind of strange and unique writing and you did a wonderful job. I think the first paragraph was the best part of the entire writing-it was impressive. Inspired a bit by Mr.Hopkins, I presume; the simile was intelligent and great: “It's as fatal as letting Hannibal Lecter slice open your head and roast your brain. Because, like his victims, you will swallow anything, puppet like.” Yeah, I think the mind is one of the most vital Nature’s gift.
As a writer, I don't do all of the work. You, as the reader, have to do some too.
Why does everything written have to be explained? No, I hadn't been watching 'chicken little' - I don't even know what it is.
It's not really a story as such, it's more just a piece of writing...which means it can go wherever the reader wants it to. You have to use your imagination a bit. As a writer, I don't do all of the work. You, as the reader, have to do some too. Obviously, I appreciate your comments, though.
But thanks, silver*glitter (I love your name, by the way ) and Goddess of Chaos.
Are ytou just back from watching Chicken Little, The sky falling on your head and all that...
Does this go anywhere? I don't really see what you mean, but that's probably because I don't feel like that right now.
I 've read many stories in YWS. To be real, many of the stories are off the points. Some of them *ahem really piss me off.
However, this story has some meaning to it, I acknowledge that. If you read stories by philosphers like Rousseau's Emile or some romantic writers like Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's Faust (they are famous chaps), they emphasize on feeling and on “living outside the bounds of polite society.” Those kind things carrier clear, deep meanings that is profoundly powerful, much like some of the stories in their ages. Your story here had touch of romanticism or enlightenment; should I say, you were struggling against a restraint. It also sounded like pure emo.
Your story doesn't go anywhere. Yes, I can feel your pain through the makeshift character. Your description is rather abstract
I know you are crying and love creates love. But I don't get the point of the story. Most of all, I think you are fooling with yourself little; some of the lines are little weird. Some of the lines have descriptions that doesn't make sense.
You have to be find a constructive method to write better. I acknowledge that it carry a deep meaning.
Interesting piece you have there. Very interesting. I like it. I'd like to see more of it.
Good job.
120,227 Literary Works • 649,172 Reviews
Points: 890
Reviews: 136
Donate