Fallen Essay, Research Paper

Something is always happening, but when it happens, people don?t always see it or understand it or accept it.

A person knows, a person sees, even the most usual things. Often you didn?t remember till later on, but when you look back you realise.

Sometimes I think the basic job for a human-being, is just to figure out what the hell is going on.

You never know down to the smallest thing, the man who passes you on the street or catches your eye, does he know you, did you go to school together, is he a homicidal maniac or hate you on sight???..or is it nothing????.nothing at all.

There are moments that mark your life. You realise nothing will be the same, and time is divided into two parts. Before this and after this.

Sometimes you feel such a moment coming. That?t the test. I tell myself at times like that people keep moving forward anyway, no matter what they are going to find.

I like the night. The street, the smells, the sense of another world. Sometimes you come face to face with yourself.

The hell with him. The hell with all of them. Nobody likes to get the shit kicked out of them, nobody like to get hit from every angle. But evil just keeps on coming. You saw it before, but now, it?s in your face, laughing at you.

?I was that which others did not want to be. I went where others feared to go, and did what others failed to do. I asked nothing from those who gave nothing and reluctantly accepted the thought of eternal loneliness should I fail. I have see the face or terror, felt the stinging cold of fear, and enjoyed the sweet taste of a moments love. But most of all I have lived times other would say were best forgotten. At least someday I will be able to say, I was proud of what I was.?