Since I was a kid I always liked this idea of polishing two soda bottles and using them as binoculars.
The end of an era is never really happy or sad. We get accustomed to many of the words and feelings that accompanied the old Era that to see it go away represents us letting go of a part of us. All the memories then feel as if they are gone and will never be taken back. There's also the uncertainty that comes with something unknown that strikes fear into us as well as confusion and anger. It hits us so hard that we feel as if we though are falling hard without any help or guidance as to where to go. We lash out in anger, cry and act as if though the world is ending. Even if it's the end of an era that we may have thought was bad. No mortal being can predict the future, and even our best automatons and machinations can only give us their estimates of what comes next. Yet in the face of the winds of change there is a necessity to do one important thing. To forget who we are. To remember what we love and live for. The things that drive us to live another day. So that in the face of uncertainty we can remember what we stand for . And tomorrow will be that much brighter.
Oh fallen emperor Do you see the truth? Young hate burned through Scorching through your world Sealing fate for everyone Except that missing one who foretold: United we stood on the horizon Scattered we fell all into darkness Covered in lies and façade did he come Angered and sad from times past Secrets kept deep from everyone So he may end them last Is it irony or was it fate? Unity killed his mind Sending him deeper into the madness. Collected and calm is what he was He did know the truth Roving amongst the flock twas Insidious plot and hate, So sad that in the end he was too late
The proof? The fact that they allowed me to graduate high school.