What Comes Down...What Comes Down…What Comes Down... by Rayen-V-Storme
It’s been forever since I have written anything. I guess that is because writing is not exactly much of a job these days, or even a hobby. Hunting small game or scavenging houses that are still more or less one piece, now that’s a job, the sort that keeps a survivor going in a world like this. A world after the world ended.
Of course after finding an old office building that belonged to some old tech superpower, things changed. The building was powered by a solar generator that had kept working over the last ten years, and the inside of the building was sterile. The air conditioning still worked, so I was amazingly chilly in the middle of July, a feeling I had long forgotten.
After settling in, there really wasn’t much to do. After all, I didn’t have to wake up for work at six every morning, and I had no bills to pay or people to stay in touch with. As long as I had food and shelter, I was alright. The emergency cellar filled with dry rati
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Hi! I'm a teenage girl with wonderful friends and family. However, I don't know who I am, what I'm going to do, what I want to do, or where I'm headed to. I just live day by day, hoping this day will be better than the one before. With my crazy sense of perfectionism that drives me to the edge, I'm filled with stress and many other problems, but my passion for music keeps me sane, and relatively happy. Haha, I doodle in my free time, and sometimes write a couple of sentimental poems, both up and downbeat, depending on the mood I'm in or the inspiration that the muses provide me with.
Sometimes, all you can do is move on. And that's exactly what I've been doing lately...moving on.