Beneath The Tide: Joan of Arc

Nov 15, 2012

Joan of Arc

Got a new Betta today, she is a little baby, so much smaller than my others, i bought a few plant decorations for her tank too! Still no name though... I'm thinking Joan of Arc.... :) From the song 'She's so high above me' by Fastball. She's a little white/red Cambodian VT and she;s so cute, pray she makes it through the night, I'm gonna have to feed her flakes though because her mouth is not big enough for my pellets. I got home from walmart to find Sister in Sirs half of the ten gallon. I freaked out at first, because I couldn't find her, neither even has a tear in their fins! so happy lol. Put her where she belongs, cleaned my old 2.5 tank, washed the gravel, rinsed the new plastic plants, and acclimated Joan of Arc. She's doing fine for now, although I'm worried about the filter gobbling her up, its only an air pump filter, but she is so tiny! I;m keeping a close eye on her for sure! Sorry for the awful picture quality, i used my phone....

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And have you my friend , ever felt so worthless and so dead. Have you ever felt like you could just crumble away like a land slide? Like all that was left was a meer thought of you, but in their mind they could not picture you, could not hear you, they only knew that once you were here, and now your laughter, your beauty, your presence.... is all gone?

Not only 'gone' but gone forever. that one person you loved the most, they and jesus had to compete for a part of your heart so big, it could only hold either or. That one person , would they miss you?would they miss you like you loved them, would they miss you like you wish they would?

Would you feel as if your life was well lived, and you had done all the things you always wanted, and all the right things at the right moment? Oh, but you're worthless, and dead. you never got far, you never broke through the easiest glass door to break. You didn't have the strength, nor the will, so now you're simply left to be ink on photograph paper, a name some one remembers, a laugh some one longs for to hear once again if only one last time, a soul some one wishes to embrace once again, and a face that few knew well, but many had once seen....

You're simply a memory. All that was you, is now gone. All that wasn't you has taken over. Your body has crumbled into the dirt like the rest of the lives spent here on our pitiful earth. But even if you never knew it, even if you never felt it, even IF you never tried, you made an impact on some ones life, they didnt know you, nor you them. but they think about you, every time they help some one,everytime they hear a laugh, every time they embrace their love, every time they see a resemblence on a strangers face, they question if that was you, but they know it wasn't. You know it wasn't. You no longer exist in this atmosphere, how could it possibly be you?

And so you're left to wonder.

Would you be satisfied if one day you just disappeared? Would you leave this place happily? because you knew that you were not worthless?

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Nov 15, 2012

Joan of Arc

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