Beyond the mind, the walls, the barriers. Apathy. Lethargy. Love. More. Less. I stared into nothing. The nothing stared back. We continued, watching each other. Staring. I looked away first and asked if you as the darkness could hold me. You said nothing. But when I looked back I was hidden from the light. You didn't say a word but spoke through actions. I knew I could trust you. As much as I could convince myself to trust anything or one that wasn't me or those who I cherished beyond any reason. Light burns, and yet helps sustain me. Darkness comforts, yet slowly kills me. To which do I turn? Do I accept pain with action and growth? Or happiness with stagnation and death?
I am not a great man. I am not even a clever man. I am a naive fool with too much hope and knowledge, too much sorrow and confusion. To learn is to prove life. To learn well is something I will never know. I am sad for the phoenixes I have met and lost. A namesake and two spirits. Flying under their own weight. Impossibility proven easy.
Where am I to go? The home of one is welcoming but never mine. The hope of another is my terror. Like a hawk diving upon the mouse, it watches. Eagles soar by and scoff in shame. Layers of my skin peel away, revealing an essence of nothing. There is air and shadows, light wind, and small flares. They are my elements of composition. A background, it's movement. The ability to dazzle briefly, which becomes stale after too long. And the absence of any substance. Regurgitation of the past. Lack of future. A stuttering record on slow repeat.
A mirror with no end. A hall leading to no doors.
It is all me, and it is both a truth and a lie.
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Musings And Questions/Short Stories For The Mentally Tired
RandomJust some general thoughts and ideas, implanted in a bunch of stories. Some of them are connected to others, but most aren't. Every story provides a moral, a question, and a few potential answers. They also provide a small glimpse into to head of so...
