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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.

Always love me some flash-fics; as well as a good SmackDown.

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?

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

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.

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.

Inspirational, interesting and something to ponder over quotes. ©2015

"Far Cry" delves into the silent struggle of concealed pain and the complexities of seeking help. This introspective prose poem explores the use of humour and creativity as shields against vulnerability, ultimately questioning the consequences of such self-imposed isolation. A raw and honest reflection on mental health, self-awareness, and the journey towards acknowledging one's need for support. 18 Dec 2021. The narrator reflects on their inability to communicate their need for help, acknowledging their role in concealing their pain. The piece touches on the common experience of masking depression or anxiety with humor and immersing oneself in creative pursuits. There's a sense of regret and realization as the narrator comes to terms with their part in their current state of isolation.

How to be free from suffering. Vipassana/Observation meditation.

In a city where magic flows like code-compiled, structured, auditable-Vex has learned to survive by being useful. They cannot cast. Every spell crashes with a fatal error no diagnostic can explain. So they've become a translator, a compiler, making everyone else's magic work while their own refuses. When wild-code appears-magic that flows from intention rather than syntax, impossible to regulate or suppress-the Mage Council sees risk. Vex sees people whose magic works differently, not wrongly. People the system rejected first. Commissioned to help eliminate wild-code, Vex must choose between the safety of invisibility and the risk of being seen. Between a career built on working around their "limitation" and fighting to prove it was never a limitation at all. A novel about systems that claim to be neutral, magic that refuses to lie, and the cost of rewriting infrastructure when you can't stay invisible anymore. Updates Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays!

This book explores the world the Bible assumes is real. Not a modern reconstruction. Not an argument with science. Not an attempt to make Scripture safe or familiar. Through Scripture alone, these chapters trace a biblical worldview in which heaven is near, creation responds, prayer is spatial, silence is terrifying, idols fracture reality, lament protests faithfully, judgment restores order, and new creation is not escape but renewal. Each chapter stands on its own, forming a coherent vision of a cosmos that listens, resists, and awaits restoration. This is not a book of answers. It is a book of orientation. Read slowly. Let the strangeness remain. And consider what changes when the Bible is allowed to describe the world on its own terms.