There Are Borders Here, too!

August 06, 2013

Within the borders of this world, I live within the countenance of an apartment with my mother, lovely she is, brother, and sister complied together in a three bedroom apartment household. We live, fight, and make-up like the normal situation that comes from normal secrets and treasures of families. The whole race of men seems to be declining in knowledge and spirit, awhile they continue to be born naturally and sometimes not so naturally because they are teenagers who worship the devil and can not comply to greater esteem. I whispered to mother that I love her as she is my only mother; and still, she continues to praise Jesus Christ for His thoughts and sacrifice toward humanity, and we sing about His resurrection.

What more could I ask from this world? I shall never be able to write continual novels after one after another; as I am tired most of the time, feeling down, and worthless. I would rather be on a journey in the grand lands of mountains and green fields, searching for victory and satisfaction. Mother has left the building where she prays, and here I am writing this worthless piece of literature that considers a date and a time. I'm terribly afraid, which I should not be, but I clearly am afraid and frightened. I am afraid she will not come back, scared that I will have to see her in a coffin; for my co-dependency is radical and straight, but leading many branches of roads across the trail.

“Please, mother, in the name of God, whom is Jesus Christ, come back to savior me,” said the challenger, possessing his equipment in silence as he prayed continually, and heavy words spraining from his tongue. “We, Lord, shall continue to live, without punishment and destruction, but with happiness. I wouldn't know happiness without mother at this side, in the eternal sunshine of heaven with Christ.”

And before me comes Venetians, holding the handle of his blade with precise interest. “You are the first to care about such possibilities, young child,” said Venetians, staring directly into me. “Without aid, and possible appropriations, I shall let you live, and continue to watch over you as Christ can, but surely I am slower, but at least, in chance, I watch.”

“Why do I feel such pain, then?” I asked in horror of the after thoughts of death. “Will Christ save mother and I from death, and allow us to sleep until He returns from the heavens with great power?”

“That is up to you to believe, kid,” said Venetians. He crossed his arms politely, and began to smile.  

Author's Note

I'm afraid, and I also fear publishing this on the internet. Simply say, I carry a blade at the side, and do not challenge the death that comes from the internet.