Instrospection Stories

This whole shebang could perfectly prove that time is indeed not lineal. How come you may ask? What da hell do I know. A rant, a "Dear Diary" kinda thing if you will. An extreme mixture of a real life that's not so bad if I may say so myself and a very invasive maladaptive daydreaming plague. If I get to express myself in a way that's undestandable. If I manage to get my thoughts through my chaotic mind. You might find yourself before an enlightening experience like no other or so so. That is of course if you get to understand my gibberish and are able to follow my train of thought, cos I can't, so it will only take one of us for that. If you, dear reader and potential soulmate, after reading the whole ramble, feel you can relate, then wow, kudos are in order! And what's more important if you feel you are in fact my soulmate for you see yourself like a copy of me BUT totally different at the same time, then don't refrain from contacting me. I will have to see if you qualify of course because in my mind I am very busy and important like that apparently; as to have someone responding to such bullshit topped with a shitty attitude. Chances are high that you won't (qualify), please don't loose hope, you will find yours, I'm pretty sure, if my soulmate thingy theory is right. Might not be as out of this world in a very superficially boring kind of way as me, but it will do. If I find though, that you're not, then that would be why I didn't respond. There would be no point really, I can't be bothered with you any more.

What do you feel when you think about how you feel?

A guy, a very good and happy boy, one day fell into an abyss where just his mind itself could create a way, so let's just say it made, but once he put his arms out touching things felt overwhelming. Is it just another duality thing? An existential crisis? Or art? I don't know, feel it.

Demyx cackled cruelly, the power of Xehanort filling his veins. All of his dreams and ambitions seemed to fade. Soon, the only thing he thought of was complete domination in the name of his master. Sora and his friends would suffer Master Xehanort's wrath and be destroyed. Dyme, his loyal follower, would do anything to help him. . . Ugh. Work.

Poetical introspection about vanity, rebellion and chaos

Estas es una historia de un don nadie, de como llegó a serlo al menos. Entre los recuerdos anotados en su libreta y su mente real trastornada oscilaréis, asi que sin prisa y paso por paso os aventuraréis en su laberíntica memoria. Para un nadie sería fácil, pero para vos no lo será, puesto que vuestra diminuta mente aún es ignorante de lo que realmente es. Un musico excepcional, sin par e irrepetible en esta nuestra historia poshecatombe, se vuolvería loco. Su descenso a la ruina sería lento y observado, mas de entre todas sus ilusiones una lo salvaría. Y, como todo pequeño obstaculo, ella tambien debia ser sorteada, por lo cual fuimos enviados. Aldo lamentamos que una mente creativa de vuestra magnitud haya afrontado tal final. Esta es vuestra memoria. Vos viviste, sentiste, fuiste manipulado, volviste a sentir y finalmente fue recolectado por el jefe. Don Aldo vuestro nuevo título

Another Introspection.

To me, Pendulum, my first collection of original poems, was a journey into myself. The pathway to self-discovery, emotional liberation, introspection and empowerment. Most importantly, I learned to understand better the concept of loving oneself.