Uncoerced Slavery

Uncoerced Slavery

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The tapping of keys surrounds the whole room. The ambiance of the room is disturbing me that I couldn't relax. A visible light coming from the monitor is the only thing that lights up my room. As the wind starts punching against the window, I see myself sitting with my eyes stuck on the computer. Darkness is what I see. It seems like I'm in no control of my own body. My body belongs to someone else, like a slave of someone or something. A person shouting beside me is calling my name repeatedly but I can't turn my head around. The voice became weak until I couldn't hear anything but the noise of keys that my own hands make. I have no control of it but the satisfaction and entertainment it gives is fulfilling me.
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Before I Sought the Light I Was: Entangled in the hurricane of carnal desires whilst fighting against the flow-less and time-consuming isolation that tempted me to stay in my place. I was staring at my own reflection for a number of days, hoping that when I blinked, I would see something change. When nothing did I began dancing into my psyche and peeping through keyhole at the center of my mind and through it I saw an endless battle between the perpetual darkness that loneliness entails and the wet roses of lust. I saw a war break out between the icy lands of my heart and the volcanic eruption of my thoughts. The shadows in the corner sending whispers via pigeons that would get caught in jet engines before they could be delivered to an ear eager to listen. As I stared through that peephole, hardly noticing the door, I wondered--and I wandered, until I was unable to distinguish either.

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