Sen Oisel
Oct 14th, 2006, 02:26:24 PM
Between Yesterday and Tomorrow
Life
A troubled whirlwind, flaring through events and submitting almost all to it's control. The tendrils of defeat clasp faith, hope and positives until distraught illustrates one's whole life. Embodied by the disdain of trials and tribulation few avenues remain for the living to walk with an illuminated path.
Darkness manages to encompass all when the galaxies shoulder drop down, allowing no room to evade or take refugee. Even faith is swindled, leaving man to tarry in emptiness, wishing for the return of hope. It is always hard to stay sane in the depression of opression. Pressed into a box, locked into turmoil, and backed into a small corner without a chance, allowing only a space to roll the dice.
The tide of time had casted itself on my beaches without a calling back to the ocean of beings. In the cloister, mistaken for my ship, I had managed to submit to the vice and emerge from slumber with anguish. Everyday merit my leer, and it seemed optimism had become an archiac word.
Smiles became faint. The liveliness seemingly always present around my grounds had evaporated with the reign splashing on my parade. Fun was the farthest topic from the ship. Instead the star shuttle was a ruggid wreck, placed together from parts of a junk yard on a backwater planet. A few names had been tied together, engineers acquainted and my umbrella placed above had garnered enough hull to catapult me back amidst the stars.
Still...it wasn't fun.
Worthlisness packed me along with a few blasters, and a crave for a few credits on a trip to Onderon. Word had passed through the sector that the planet had an invisible "Now Hiring" sign pasted along it. Without much more than a pair of clothes any stop was necessary if it would improve my income. The only thing of worth on my piece of poo-doo was an old Lannik PD droid that I wasn't prepared to give up.
Plus...I needed a few things cleaned up sometime. A protocol droid did a fine job plunging the toilet in the refresher too.
Life
A troubled whirlwind, flaring through events and submitting almost all to it's control. The tendrils of defeat clasp faith, hope and positives until distraught illustrates one's whole life. Embodied by the disdain of trials and tribulation few avenues remain for the living to walk with an illuminated path.
Darkness manages to encompass all when the galaxies shoulder drop down, allowing no room to evade or take refugee. Even faith is swindled, leaving man to tarry in emptiness, wishing for the return of hope. It is always hard to stay sane in the depression of opression. Pressed into a box, locked into turmoil, and backed into a small corner without a chance, allowing only a space to roll the dice.
The tide of time had casted itself on my beaches without a calling back to the ocean of beings. In the cloister, mistaken for my ship, I had managed to submit to the vice and emerge from slumber with anguish. Everyday merit my leer, and it seemed optimism had become an archiac word.
Smiles became faint. The liveliness seemingly always present around my grounds had evaporated with the reign splashing on my parade. Fun was the farthest topic from the ship. Instead the star shuttle was a ruggid wreck, placed together from parts of a junk yard on a backwater planet. A few names had been tied together, engineers acquainted and my umbrella placed above had garnered enough hull to catapult me back amidst the stars.
Still...it wasn't fun.
Worthlisness packed me along with a few blasters, and a crave for a few credits on a trip to Onderon. Word had passed through the sector that the planet had an invisible "Now Hiring" sign pasted along it. Without much more than a pair of clothes any stop was necessary if it would improve my income. The only thing of worth on my piece of poo-doo was an old Lannik PD droid that I wasn't prepared to give up.
Plus...I needed a few things cleaned up sometime. A protocol droid did a fine job plunging the toilet in the refresher too.