( A Tragic White Movement )

( There's a place where I go... )

It had been so long since he'd stood on his own two legs. But he could feel energy surging in his limbs, so different from the fatigue and weakness of the innumerable months, days, years, that had comprised his recent life. He felt strong again. He could do anything. He opened and closed his hands ( Read more... )

He wasnt even sure his body existed anymore. Or if it ever had. Maybe it had merely all been a dream. Nothing seemed to have permanence anymore. So he was content to sit in the darkness and wait, hanging onto that one word ( Read more... )

The darkness was piercing cold. He wasnt so much aware of his body as he was that he was something that was shaped like a human in order to comfort his own weak brain. Molecules, thoughts, ideas, feelings all struggled to hold themselves together. To not disolve back into the Abyss. But it was a losing battle. He could feel himself disappearing at ( Read more... )

There was a clatter of wood against tiles as he dropped the crutches. But it was no cause for distress. His body did not follow a similar downward arc. Balance was regained and he stood, straight and tall, though a shadow of his former imposing glory. His eyes burned like sapphires ( Read more... )

It felt good to be out of the bed, to be breathing normally, and to stand on his own two feet. For a time he had worried that he would never be mobile again, that he would be bound to that bed forever. Not so anymore. He now stood on his own. Granted it was with the support of crutches, but he was making progress. Alarming progress. He went across ( Read more... )

Ruka watched the Chairman breeze out. What was a person like that doing in a position of power anyway? Anyone with eyes could see that he was nothing more than a conman and a playboy. And yet, so many perfectly rational people seemed to have aquired a temporary blindness. There were numerous causes: Ambition, Envy, Pride, Innocense, Apathy. They ( Read more... )

He woke up feeling somewhat better this morning. He asked once more to be allowed to look out the window. He had to prove to himself that the outside world still existed in some capacity, that it was possible to someday escape this room ( Read more... )

Disclaimer: This is a bit back in time. Before I have written my poetry and sent it to Akio.

Why is it so hard to breath ( Read more... )