AngelOfThursday23

The boy didn't know what to look at first. There was just so much to take in all at once that he wasn't sure what he should start with. This had been his state of mind since he and his father first entered the complex, from the above ground security building, all the way underground. The massive facility, built directly on top of the bedrock, stretched miles underground. It was impossible to tell from looking at it but it encompassed the size of several dozen city blocks, a sprawling mega structure of laboratories, workshops, hangars and life support systems. It had its own power, water recycling, food production and manufacturing facilities

Seems like nobody cares anymore Days go by and I am stuck in the same place as yesterday Locked in this cage In a endless loop of disappointment and lost All I can do is to hold to the dream Just hold on and believe I know the road is hard but a day will come Today may be long but tomorrow will come I just need to hold and believe Weeks have gone by I still hold on To that dream But that dream went up into flames I thought it will never turned this way But all I can do is to hold on What is left of me? What I can pull out of this rubble? Burned up in flames A lifetime of effort, gone in a flash I feel no pain or numbness Just feel

"Are you okay?" That's all they say. And I leave behind These words in my mind. I'm broken, I'm dying. Inside, I'm crying. There are wounds beneath my skin. There are trials I face within. There are things I just can't say. There are people I must betray. Beneath a smile, I feel pain. Behind the sun, there's always a little rain. And beneath these words I hold in my head... There's always the thing I say instead. I leave the truth behind.. So when they say, "are you okay?" I always say, "I'm fine."

Sometimes, I feel so very sorry for the letters that I write. Born onto a blank page and trapped there all their lives. No new sites to see, no unfamiliar faces to meet; standing in a lonely row just to express my thoughts as words, and yet, completely unable to express their own. They lie paralyzed in their birthplace lacking the ability to grow and learn. Immovable to change for the rest of their lives. And sometimes, I wonder to myself, why I choose to be the same.

     When you are young, they will treat you with the softness of spring. They will guide you through the winter winds and over snowy hills, admiring the brilliance of your midday innocence; pulling daisies from the earth just to place them in your hair. And they will whisper to each other of how beautiful you are.     When you grow older, they will treat you with the indifferences of autumn. They will urge you from the complacency of your own fleeting fulfillments, and they will watch your brilliance fade with the swiftness of the sky. You will shed your fragile childhood with the colors of the trees, and you will learn to face