Ahhhh.
But in this scene, you die happy.
Not paranoid.
Not scared.
But oblivious to fear, chaos, and destruction.
A smile in the bleak, desolate, darkness.
Hope without worry.
And a dream amongst the stars.
It became very cheesy within the last stanza.
Also, ARC, are you saying that you would rather
not know? You would rather not have a chance to say good-bye? And to think--you would have one split-second of pure terror. A feeling that would truly make every last ounce of happiness worthless.
And do you not realize that paranoia isn't always fear--if you can't handle it right, yes, maybe--you may panic; yet when you do it just leads to alertness.
Maybe we have different opinions, but I would much rather know and be an ounce less happy then to die an awful death.
Lookin' kinda ANGST ridden to me.
You're liking that today, aren't you? Used it quite a lot.
EDIT: Before you call me a hypocrite let me say that by gay I meant cheesy and am changing it now.