Here Come The FloodGates

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Heyyyyy. (I feel like I'm shouting out into nothingness, because I just remembered that no-one is probably going to read this. How sad. Even my friends don't read my stuff. *cries* :P) But still. Hello, fellow AFFictioners. If you have found yourself at this page, congratulations! You ARE AWESOME!

Damn. I just finished reading the first 10 available chapters of True Beauty, and IT IS SO GOOD. Damn. I wish I could write like that. But here I, up at a unhealthy hour of the night, posting this just for the heck of it. Why not, right?

OK, so recently I've found myself on the toilet bowl, musing about life more often. *gasp* What is this?! Mid- life crisis while in the teenage years?!

This isn't necessarily a fanfic, although it can be. (If I can figure out how to adapt it.)

It's sorta based off of the 7 Sins and the FMA Brotherhood. (Which is the best anime in the world, irregardless of the art style).

I hope you find it deep and meaningful and gets your brain juices flowing. :D 

So enjoy, leave feedback on what your honest opinions are of it. (If it , go ahead and say so, although I'm pretty sure that's a given.)

With out further ado....

Foreword

“Once upon a time, son,
they used to laugh with their hearts
and laugh with their eyes;”
- Gabriel Okara
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Neverland is an imposibility in itself. 
We all long for the carefree lifestyle that childhood provides us, of the freedom and innocence it is supposed to represent.
Ironic how we spend our lives striving to dissociate ourselves from the past, yet simultaneously yearning to return to it.
Peter Pan does not  cannot exist. 
Childhood is an illusion. 
Reality warps depending on your perpective; it is fluid and everchanging, much like Time.
If such is the case, then what is the Truth?

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