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Composure; Reconciliation; Damnation ( Read more... )

I stood over him, breathless myself. It had been years since we last conflicted and this time I was standing toe-to-toe with him. I took in a breath before letting it escape into the air as I readied myself. I leaned over, bending my knees, to reach down and grab him by the collar. As I extended my arm, he quickly flipped over and tucked his legs ( Read more... )

He wouldn't quit. He never did. So what gives me the right to give up? This was not the time to run around inside of my own head, but that was exactly what I was doing. It was hard to focus as a myriad of thoughts and emotions rushed through my mind. I didn't have long to figure out how to get my head into it though. I had seconds at the moment to ( Read more... )

The water rushed down upon, drop after drop beating against my skin. The hit from the water turning my skin red as my body rushed blood through the system to help cool it down. The emotions and events of my actions rushing in front of my face as the water trickled down my back. Steam engulfed in the room as I lowered my eye lids, partially from the ( Read more... )

There is no off-switch. There never was. I doubt there ever will be. With every passing second, my mind is buzzing. Sometimes there's a whirlwind and other times it's more like the soft hum of a fluorescent bulb. However, it's a little more crowded than I remember. And most times, lately, more than I enjoy ( Read more... )

I was sleeping solemnly and dreaming deeply. Dreaming? Dreams? How vivid can they be? What happens when they don't recur but instead correlate? One after another. While seemingly their only lucid entities, sometimes they tie together when you can remember them. It's happening again. This time it feels as if it's my own self taking control, because ( Read more... )

The hands of time have ticked away seconds, minutes, hours, and even days on my watch. I've watched, witnessed, endured, and lived as events have unfolded. However, the hands only go one way. We can't, no matter how hard we try, turn back time and undo that which has occurred. We can't take back what we said, did, or how we felt. Whether we were ( Read more... )

A child at heart, I say. But does that mean it should truly reflect through into my nature? I look back now, even at my entries from just a few hours ago, and things are starting become a bit more clear. Why am I so critical or even the least bit bitter, when this is part of the life that I chose? I made the choice to not escape but to stand up and ( Read more... )

I was reading the paper this morning while eating breakfast, I couldn't help but begin to wonder. Could part of my recent stress be less of an impending break-down from everything but more of a cognoscente of my moral failure? By this I mean: I have just been passive ( Read more... )