urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cherishheart won't call the name. recording my mind on paper. 2006-10-03T02:28:27Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cherishheart:289 2006-10-03T02:26:51Z 2006-10-03T02:28:27Z 1000 Words - Sweetbox &nbsp; <a name="cutid1"></a><div class="ljcut" text="Very few were optimistic enough to have that much faith."><br />So many things. Holding me back...slowly, my heart fades. It's indifferent. And soon, nothing will matter. My thoughts are never spoken aloud. I'm keeping it all inside.<br /><br />I know you all love me, but do I feel the same? Does anyone else even matter? I couldn't protect you, so how could I protect them?<br /><br />Cloud gazed out over the dry, desert land. The land, littered with dead plants and boulders.<br /><br />He sighed, his head rotated and surveyed the road ahead. Cloud brought his goggles down over his brilliant cerulean eyes. Resting his gloved hand on the handle, he revved the engine of the motorcycle.<br /><br />He took off. The wind blew through his blond hair, and the sand stuck to the lenses. Wiltering bushes blew across the terrain, forgotten, Cloud occasionally crushing them along the way.<br /><br />The city lay ahead. Midgar. Once it was thriving...but now.<br /><br />The ruins were as bad as the citizens, all of them shabby and ill. He wove between the sickly crowds, and past that well-known temporary hope. The pile of remains, the sign that read "Keep On Rockin' In Midgar."<br /><br />He snorted. Very few were optimistic enough to have that much faith.<br /><br />Cloud put his foot to the ground, stepped off the cycle, and leaned it against the crumbling brick wall. He turned the corner and entered through a run-down door.<br /><br />Seventh Heaven...his other home. This place was one of the few things he loved.<br /><br /><br />(Completely pointless, I'm telling you. A product of my boredom. -_-; Sad, isn't it?)<br /><br /><br /></div>