the darkness [Theme] Page 1
- Then you need to think about something good. Close your eyes and remember the best thing that happened to you in life. Maybe it's when your team won a championship or your first kiss with your first love. Don't tell me what it was.
- Because help is needed where it is bad. If everything is fine, why interfere?
Voice in the dark...
If you argue with the godless according to his own violent rules, you will further inflame his arrogance, which denies everything and everything. If you speak in a raised tone with a madman, the darkness of madness thickens. If you think to convince the evil one with anger, then you kindle the fire of hatred even more. A meek and good deed is the water that extinguishes this whole fire.
And according to the degree, it turned into a deep darkness.
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We need literary heroes. Life is difficult and hopeless, and they dispel the darkness. These are the beacons to which we are heading.
I give my soul as a pledge and plunge my heart into darkness, so that finally my fierce enemy will forever perish in the cold darkness!
Development and repentance are like stars: the surrounding darkness makes them bright enough to be noticed.
Darkness breaks before me.
And the body was replaced with an imaginary one.
It's probably normal to appreciate and live happy moments when darkness is gathering around.
This does not mean that you should not be fire.
Not even a tiny ray of light can penetrate this darkness... how long have I been lying here? In this pitch darkness... Eternity. A lonely falcon flying to the zenith... Hatred, friendship, jealousy, disappointment, helplessness, affection, sadness - all this is woven into a giant funnel. These feelings keep my mind from fading...
But there will not always be darkness where it has now thickened.
Leaning my back against the megalith, for some reason I remembered my first parting with a girl. I was then eighteen years old. And although I was ashamed to admit it, in those days I probably made all imaginable and inconceivable mistakes. He wrote hundreds of messages, sometimes calling her names, then persuading her to return. I called in the middle of the night. He stood with a bouquet of roses at the entrance door. He said that I would definitely change and fix everything. In general, complete darkness. Then years passed. I grew up, matured and realized that I behaved like a uniform rag and in fact, all this snot is bullshit. I am what I am. And owes nothing to anyone. I like it - good. I do not like it - the road is like a tablecloth. And if the girl left, then for me it means only one thing: she was eaten by the wolves.
