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Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

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Flowing

Bones about to rip through the subcutaneous layer, I mustered every ounce of energy to gather water into the two plastic containers that were to be brought back saddling my donkey. It was a routine, I had been doing this... Continue Reading →

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The Insignificance of Significance

The night was shutting down into its state of pitch black slumber, my wife and I were wearied as to help our child prepare for her impending exams and to care for our toddler. As we thought that the day... Continue Reading →

Decisions. Dilemma.

Hands trembling, legs quivering, my subcutaneous layer was still raging with the lingering sensation of the burning pit of rubble. The mask felt heavy against my head, I removed it, sweat poured out unto the cold hard ground concocted with... Continue Reading →

Died.

Static, after work, no one seemed to care about me, my phone was left with no notifications, I had nobody to go to, I could only go home and rest for the next day's routine. It had been the same... Continue Reading →

Blacked Out

Headphones hanging by both of my ears as I took the walk back home in the solemn silence prominent in the air, tucked both my hands into my sweater's front pocket being in this frigid weather. My ears were turning... Continue Reading →

Music Changes

Rain was pelting relentlessly against the exterior of the car, racing with each other across the closed windscreen, I was gazing into the nothingness that pried into my heart which was hollow. The crisp angelic voice tore into the perfect... Continue Reading →

Recur

Driving. Mundane old routine, nothing unusual happening around me, same old tired me, microsleeping and multitasking along the way, typical lackadaisical driver. I was wearied out from my work like any other working days, not expecting anything to conjure in... Continue Reading →

Tried

Shambles. I am deluded by my own shallow world, circling around in my own little arc of comfort. Ethereal glow of pride is perceived as the pulsating beat of growth, I am blind, failing to see the real side of... Continue Reading →

Being at The Top

"Come on!" I shouted at the top of my lungs after defeating hundreds of Spartans in a row, "Give me some challenge!" impaling my weapons into the sandy grounds, declaring to fight the Spartans with my blood-caked bare hands. As... Continue Reading →

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