>•~Falling Upwards~•<

Chapter Fifteen: True Friends

Are you true?
Are you?
I will give you a moment,
To think through and answer this.

You may answer this question,
And you will most likely answer,
Something on the lines of:
Yes!

Because of course you must be.
Did you truly put that much thought —
That much thought into your answer?
Did you think through the question stated?

Now now,
We won't judge you.
People always make themselves out,
To be only the sweetest person alive.

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  A cold wind blows by. It ruffles the petals of a flower. Snow drips off the sides of trees. The sky holds an icy blue color.

  Your footsteps pad through the icy terrain. All around you must be freezing. Yet, you are not cold. You are boiling.

  You tread through the snow. Each footstep must overlap the last. They sink further, and further in. What do you follow? What is the journey you must come to?

  That, you may know. Maybe, or maybe not. All we know is that you walk. You walk in the snow. You follow these footsteps that are here now.

  The sun blazes beside the moon. Usually the moon and the sun are far off from each other. They wish to be together, and yet push the other away for room for itself to shine. You must hope to never be like them. After all, your friendships hold deeper meanings than a fiery rock, and one whose flame has since burned out.

  You see that flower once again. It's so happy. It grins, and smiles at the sky. No, flowers shouldn't be here. Just as how you, yourself, should not be sweltering hot in a tundra.

  What is this place? So icy, and so cold. The heat blares, though. Oh, it blares. The sun with its nasty gaze. How it tries to be utterly sweet. However fate will not let it be what it wishes.

  Wishes — They lie deep in the snow. You continue to take steps. Now your focus is back on that. Your attention had been swept off. It is back, and just in time.

  You are at eye level now, to the snow. You should be suffocating in this. The snow surrounds you. You are sinking deeper, and deeper into it. All around you should be darkness. Still, there is light.

  Why, the light loves you. It loves you truly, and holds you tightly. Even as you sink, it hugs you in a warm embrace. You find this as an annoyance. You were hot. Now this is just added heat.

  So, you push it back. Anger grows at it. Why be sweet to someone who pushes you away? It does not deserve you, out of all beings on this world. It gave you kindness and light, but you only got angered by who it is.

  Darkness comes in a flash. The light has left you. Not only that, though. It had held you up. Now you fall.

  You want to cry out. However a serenity comes over you. Although your actions have led you to darkness, you are in peace. You should not be though.

What have you done?

  Never mind that. You are falling. We do not know where. Who is "we", but a number of those who watch? What is a question, then a form of words pieced together?

  Words. Used words. Your words. My words. Her words. His words. All of our words. Words are no more than a sound we make, that we have learned to translate.

  Human beings are the smartest animals around. Sometimes they seem the dumbest. They cry out at weary worries. Worries that even some ant would shrug off as nonsense. Maybe that is what also enrages you. Useless worries, and useless stress, over useless words and rules.

  Suddenly, you quit your fall. You are now an animal. Animals have simple thoughts. They don't, and will not, over complicated matters as you will.

  You have landed hard on the ground. Your paws thud behind you. All around you are wolves. Animals on a hunt. Wolves usually hunt for food. Now they do it for sport.

  You are one too. You surround a deer. None of you need this extra food. This just causes extra humor. Humor over another's weakness.

  None of you have words. You have teeth. You have a bark. The stag has a deformity. A twisted hoof. This makes it off from the others from its herd which has left it.

  You all must ridicule at another who is seen as different. Your lives are plain and boring. When you do a... "fun" event such as this, it must bring you all together. Wow — To get together and see yourself as friends over another's pain.

  Then, the stag is no more than a fawn. Then, you all are no more than smaller forms of yourselves. Children are seen as innocent, and must not be able to commit no harm. Not you.

  Still, you torment the poor deer. You play as its friend, when you are not. You trick it. You make it a fool. You all do.

  You know this is wrong. So why do you continue with this game? It must be because everyone else around you does it too. Does that justify this? Does hurting another to be accepted by others make you a true person?

Again, I am asking you this question.

Perhaps you are not the person written here,

But then again, you could be.

So I ask you:

Are you a true person?