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I'm running out of explanations here. I'm winging it. I'm always winging it. The title just felt right and damn, here we are. It's poetry so if it's not your thing, you might like it. Occasionally, it may be a little prose, depending on the feeling but we'll try to keep it consistent. Does anyone ever even read these things? Ok it's about a boy, a lonely boy. Sometimes he feels like he's a thousand leagues under the sea. Other times, it's like he's been severed from reality. Whatever that means. This boy, just wants the world to understand him. But it has no obligation to. So he's stuck on the outskirts of everything and everything else hoping for some sense of clarity. It never comes. It never will. This is a documentation, of his never ending pursuit. That was decent, right? I do love letters, letter letters, confessions, police statements on the side, in case you need them. Basically, I'll handle the ever living heaven out of your writing needs. The sick part, is that it's free so feel free.. to blast the message board and I'll take the time I usually use to do something constructive and meaningful to tend to your requests. Read well, friends.

A collection of prose from my notes over the years, subjects ranging from philosophy, love, mental health and more.

"Who are you in your own eyes? Who are you in everyone else's eyes? Now think about which one means more to you."

An expository non-fiction that reflects the author's sentiments and realizations upon reflecting years of school life p.s. Photo used for book cover not mine (credits to the rightful owner)

Sometimes I feel like I lose my mind thirty-six times a day. How is it possible to feel so fulfilled in one moment And in the next not be sure of a thing that I say?

Get ready. To dismantle the firmest threads of your existence... As you descend into the roots you once wove and still defend-just to survive functionally. To finally look, acknowledge, and confront the existential fatigue you carry with you day after day... Because this book is not a guide, nor an answer. It is a parenthesis that doesn't come to comfort you. It is a fracture. A lucid journey through the invisible machinery in which you move. A kind of writing that doesn't seek to redeem you-but to stop you, abruptly. Aion watches in silence, knowing that the noise within you is louder than the world outside. Void walks beside you, whispering the questions you never dared to ask. And Vita pulses underneath it all-waiting for the moment you choose to feel, not just function. It may even lead you to the despair of what you already knew but refused to face; to that place where the meaning of life dissolves, when everything becomes mere function. Because functioning became your way of being in the world. And in that mode, the body endures-but does not dwell. Language fills-but does not communicate. Time runs-but leaves no trace. But this book might bring you to a threshold. Not to make you fall, but to make you pause. Because it's not a book that pushes you into the void-it is a vitalist book. Because sometimes, thinking is the only way to feel alive. To contemplate. To question. To look again into the face of life. And perhaps, from there, you'll discover other possibilities. I write this because I know I can share something real-something that once awakened me. Because I believe there is something in you that hasn't fully gone out. Something that suspects... this way of living isn't really life. And if that spark lights up-even for just one second- it might change you completely. Let's find out.

Life-long friends rekindling the old flames, which surprisingly survived the test of time. But can both bear the risks?

A collection within which an attempt has been made to weave such grand concepts as cosmic entities and Earthly splendour with the extraordinary puissance of the human spirit to create a tapestry of poetry. * Winner of the Judges' Choice Award for Poetry in the Wattpad Campus Superwriters 2020 contest. All rights reserved © Smriti Sarma Note: Cover image not owned by the author.

My head is hell.

Following a Wanderer, Jean, of a once modern land ravaged by hate, the reader will embark into a serious tale of ends and beginnings. Enclosed is slices and scenes from a time of hardship and much suffering. Though death lends to life and vice-verse. What was old was once new and what was new must be old. Here is a story of that frightful and sublime transition, with regards to humanity. Can the dusts of time bring peaceful&fruitful progress?, or will shrouds of evil hate prevail? I have here a Fictional Short Story of around 2k+ words. The genre is a unique blend of Speculative Fiction, and dystopia. Tied within this a wholesome synthesis of anthropology and science fiction notes. An older played genre, but nonetheless these types of stories always give a grave, what if to society. How did the state of affairs come to be?, and how are things to be dealt with? What I found most fascinating with this endeavor was the melding and integration that flows out of so little of space on the page. The story is minimal, playing on cliches within the genre, but the perspective packs an exhilarating punch.. 2nd and final installment currently on going

A fictional story about the battle most girls fight with the voice in their head that is promised to make you feel every emotion possible. Stay tuned! Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy!

A small one shot, the rest is up to your imagination.

"The Conversation" is a poignant short story that explores the quiet morning of an elderly man as he reflects on love, loss, and friendship while fishing on a serene lake. The story attempts to convey the complexities of unspoken emotions, particularly during routines that feel both comforting and bittersweet. The gentle rhythm of fishing serves as a backdrop to deeper themes of connection and understanding, making the moments of silence as powerful as the words left unsaid.

Compared to the prosaic mythos and mysticism of Lå Trilogía Numinä and the lyrical fiction of Petalhead, All Those Words sets itself apart as being a more straightforward, personal, and vulnerable volume in Nikolas Honoré's collective body of work. A collection of 13 new poems, the tone of All Those Words is one of introspection and self-exploration; at turns pensive, controversial, and even humorous, the author searches for order and sense in his troubled past and dissects the his present surroundings in day-to-day life. An uneven mixture of confessions, lyrics, jocularity, and satire, All Those Words is a poetic exposé of Honoré's own inner dialogue.

Non-fiction. Personal drabble. Not beta-read. Unedited. Just a portion of my life that I wrote down (because I do that sometimes) and felt like sharing?

Three teenagers looking for a way to escape their desolate, resigned fate search for something only spoken of in myth and stories and must shield each other from the harsh realities of their world.

This is a movie contemplation about the three dreamers in the real world where Alice's lived in Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. An essay solely dedicated for the dreamers and each futures they have taken. I list down Margaret, Aunt Imogene, and Alice herself. And let's see and found out their each characteristics in that world. Year 2024-2025.

one day i woke up in a pair of dirty boxers and wondered whether others felt hopeless and grey as i did that morning, soo i wrote these poems to find if you relate to this too

It is peculiar to observe how the mind works differently for different individuals...