It is an ordinary day.
I am an ordinary guy.
I have an ordinary job.
Where I live is ordinary.
Ordinary is the word for my life.
I need something to happen, anything, some spark to flourish into a raging, roaring inferno igniting my imagination. It needs to be all consuming, all encompassing, spreading in ripples outwards, without slowing or faltering until its purpose is complete and its energy fully spent.
Undoubtedly, I 'm not the only one. I feel certain there are many people languishing in their ordinary lives wishing that there would be more. That there could be more. That there should be more.
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HorrorMy world is a dark place. A lonely place. My recent past continues to haunt me. My distant past, now dim and insubstancial is my only sanctuary and defense against the torment that is my existance. There is a place between consciousness and sleep wh...
