In this land of the hypothetical, there lies a house, with stones at the bottom, a furnace in the garage, and everything ordinary of a higher class-man. Leading up the stairs in the corner, you'll find there is a door, one to a Psychopomp's room. He stands at the door, welcoming and disallowing strangers of tricker-treat, who do a service for him of searching the perimeter, memorizing pathways, the directions to and fro.
He doesn't exist as a farce, he has duties to perform. Ones that his family give him. Still nevertheless being a great person, a tragedy occurred, despite using every resource at his disposal; a pristine sanitarium w
Standing at the edge of two worlds that of acceptance and refusal, Adal didn’t know which would come upon him. He had some decision on this matter sitting and meditating in a monastery; listening intently as the abbot went on his religious discourse; but he being more so in his mind, took the opportunity of the encouraging atmosphere for change to his own benefit.
Adal was known as a person of a determined eye, he saw into the future where possibilities had yet been divided, undaunted of their indifference to him; he’d spring upon an oasis whereupon there had been only deserts. He was a courageous man, a good man; but a quest
Chris woke with his legs shaking, mind somewhat boggled and emotionally numb. He turned his feet to the ground and headed out of his room. In the kitchen he arrived, where a plate of fruit was placed in the middle of the table, the table to the left of the counter, the lounge to the left of that, and all this bringing a sense of homeliness to him. With each movement he made, his arms and hands would shake irresistibly; he knew this was annoying, but he didn’t feel as if it was. He oddly felt every emotion come about dry, while his mind was still afresh. He headed towards his front door to look outside: the door was opened and cars were
A decision that culminates in a second
That which happens without notice
Where deciding is only confidence in oneself
I am coming to desire an end
With nowhere to begin
I am brought to you
One object going in opposite directions
Desiring both to stall and to act
As soon as one approaches, I come to remember that I am still
I long only to be with you where there is an agreeable term to my indecision
I, then, immediately glanced upon a person, he was walking down the road minding himself with his dog in front; I couldn’t imagine him simply minding himself, not without the same feeling that I have. He must be unimportant. useless.
I have the feeling that I need to kill him; and at the same time, I revolted at the idea. It was absurd. It goes against myself and what I think; and I fear this, any sort of change about myself.
Συνείδηση, I noticed that I was now heading to work and in my car. I tried to think of how I got here; it worried me that I couldn’t remembe
The blame I have placed on others and the subsequent victim I have become from them. To overcome the injury, I must go beyond my determinants.
This Oscar thought, if he were to put it into words. He sat on a couch spread evenly and somewhat tensely. The person across him, he was trying to prove himself to him; as if he was a mirror and he was gesticulating into it. Each movement in the mirror, he would register, process, and then act on it. His mirror became his self-image. In truth, how he thought of himself.
In front of the mirror, he would dance and flex, as well as, stiffen his hair. Each time, he was surprised the mirror agreed with hi
Sitting at my computer scrolling through an endless array of articles until disinterest consumed me. A pain could be felt in my eyes, they became arid and dry, while I became deaden by my meaningless behavior; still needing some form of substance, I willed myself to continue reading and as the time I had to sleep approached my impatience and anxiety grew. I placed myself in bed and laid still perturbed, trying to fall asleep.
The day began with the same ungiving mechanistic, monotonous, rigid schedule, I was a clock wounded at night and let go during the day, a mere reference point in time that would soon be forgotten.