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I am a ruined isolationist stumbling into a desolate spume with no way of escaping. I shall never reach freedom. And freedom shall never reach me. We are destined to be apart—tragic Shakespearean cliché without the drab romance engorging the insides of a faltering plot.
Trapped in cage.
Ensnared, like a bird between thick fingers of curious child.
Caught in the tired fixations of the non-universe.
'What is the non-universe' an outsider might ask.
I would respond in kind, my voice distant and hollow, 'Why…it is where I reside of course.' And then we would share a laugh, not really comprehending the joke.
Soon, the outsider shuffles away in a sudden need to run from my presence. I remain, listening to footfalls and twiddling my thumbs.
My insides felt hungry. I was hungry. I needed food—anything to fill the sudden emptiness.
I count my nimble digits instead. Starving just a little bit more. I needed my skins to fit just right—taut over protruding bone to satisfy the imaginary gods with insatiable appetites.
I hate those fucking gods, always pretending to exist. Just like me. Just like me.
I change my mind-I am more like them. I do not exist either. And if I do not subsist, then I am not alive.
Head is heavy now. Thick and full with cement musings. It slumps under the mass, twisting my neck just a bit; crushing my shoulders ever so slightly.
That satin pillow of virgin delusion looks so comfortable at the moment. I think I might rest between those welcoming thighs, upon stomach blessed by swelling. I shall swim in the sea of her presence. No. I shall drown. Drowning sounds more befitting of the harrowed out hallucination. Yes. I will sink under weight of conjured hopes...and love never to be.
Breathing hitches.
Lungs fill and burst.
Phantom heart falters in song.
As nighttime eternity disrupts my vision, my thoughts condense into a lofty smoke cloud. I ponder upon that recipe for sugar cookies. I could use something sweet.
Trapped in cage.
Ensnared, like a bird between thick fingers of curious child.
Caught in the tired fixations of the non-universe.
'What is the non-universe' an outsider might ask.
I would respond in kind, my voice distant and hollow, 'Why…it is where I reside of course.' And then we would share a laugh, not really comprehending the joke.
Soon, the outsider shuffles away in a sudden need to run from my presence. I remain, listening to footfalls and twiddling my thumbs.
My insides felt hungry. I was hungry. I needed food—anything to fill the sudden emptiness.
I count my nimble digits instead. Starving just a little bit more. I needed my skins to fit just right—taut over protruding bone to satisfy the imaginary gods with insatiable appetites.
I hate those fucking gods, always pretending to exist. Just like me. Just like me.
I change my mind-I am more like them. I do not exist either. And if I do not subsist, then I am not alive.
Head is heavy now. Thick and full with cement musings. It slumps under the mass, twisting my neck just a bit; crushing my shoulders ever so slightly.
That satin pillow of virgin delusion looks so comfortable at the moment. I think I might rest between those welcoming thighs, upon stomach blessed by swelling. I shall swim in the sea of her presence. No. I shall drown. Drowning sounds more befitting of the harrowed out hallucination. Yes. I will sink under weight of conjured hopes...and love never to be.
Breathing hitches.
Lungs fill and burst.
Phantom heart falters in song.
As nighttime eternity disrupts my vision, my thoughts condense into a lofty smoke cloud. I ponder upon that recipe for sugar cookies. I could use something sweet.
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A vision of mind - blurb
Title:
A Vision of Mind
Synopsis:
The life of Lyriana, a girl of around 18 years old, is put upside down as she is followed by count Darragh. She starts to cooperate with Marven, who is also followed by the count. From that moment on their lives take swerves they never imagined to be possible.
Characters:
Lyriana (protagonist): a girl of around 18 years old who does not know her parents and is desperate for learning the past. She has been living in the woods since she was ten years old.
Marven (protagonist): a boy of around 20 years old who is fleeing for count Darragh for a few years already. He is a traveler and hooks up with Lyriana i
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Dream of You
I was somewhere watching the rainbow glowed
you came holding my left hand
It took forever having that moment arrived
and you gave me that warm gaze
This something beautiful I couldn't have
and I was distracted by your light
This can't be happening right now
so I try to pinch myself alright
May I listen to your heartbeats
wondering if they were beating fast, like mine
Will you take away this restless heart
feel me deeply as your heart close to mine
November rain falls in such fine drizzles
for the umpteenth times I closed my eyes
You are there constantly living under my eyelids
for so many times I've longed for your sweet kisses
Where h
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Letting Go
This peace, a pure bliss, dances around me, it's silent song filling the empty room.
As these silhouettes wrap around me and I melt into the shadows, I finally find the comfort I've been searching for all this time.
My serenity is found only in death.
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I am merely experimenting here. I wanted try my hand in prose...
I will say that it is very scattered and situated oddly. But, that is simply how my thoughts work. I like fragments, depending on how they are placed...so...yeah.
Anyone is free to give opinions or suggestions about this. I will cradle each comment or piece of advice.
I will say that it is very scattered and situated oddly. But, that is simply how my thoughts work. I like fragments, depending on how they are placed...so...yeah.
Anyone is free to give opinions or suggestions about this. I will cradle each comment or piece of advice.
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I like the pace here.
Certainly a babble, but with meaning. Will have to return and have a think about it.
Certainly a babble, but with meaning. Will have to return and have a think about it.