It felt so right, and so terribly wrong, yet he had no power against it. He let it overcome him, and he became a beast. Soon the blood on his hands would not just be his own...
As the world tossed in utter turbulence one figure stood steady and firm, but to the millions stuck within the violent tosses and surges, he seemed to be the only one shaking and convulsing violently. Thus torches were lit, and a man who would've saved us all, was burnt and beaten. To this day he does not stand firm, but instead floats free.
The moral of the story; forget everyone else except the ones you love
I've been thinking a lot about how attached I get to characters in television and movies. I know to a lot of people it seems odd, I'm not psychotically attached or anything, but when the moments are painful, I cry, and when the characters are having fun and things seem good, or right, I feel my mood is elevated. To some people this is... weird, or delusional I guess, but to me, it's what inspires me to write... or live... or anything really. I figure one should take inspiration wherever one can find it. To rationalize I suppose one could compare books, where you get so in depth with it, or people who play games and become very involved in their character, or even to people who get all amped on sports. The last one might sound a little weird, but I mean, you didn't score the touchdown, or hit the home run, or charge the mound, but it heightens you for that moment, you cheer, boo, hiss, or whatever it is. I think that's relation in the same theory that I relate to characters.
Honestly, I think it's a gift, and I'm very thankful for it. It allows me to really delve into different ways of living, and see the world in a new light. So for those who make fun of me for crying during a sad period of a movie, or being in a good mood cuz things are going so well for everyone on scrubs, or whatever I'm watching this week, well fuck you. :-P