The Journey 596

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  • A HITCH

    Held captive, knows nothing about the real world other than from what he reads from the newspapers that are provided to him daily, and the only people that he ever interacted with were the two wardens that were in charge of keeping him from experiencing life for his own. Decisions were made for him; they have slipped him from everything even his soul.

     

    In a room feeling so dead whilst still breathing, fed newspapers daily with articles about war, deaths, and cruelty; An image of the entire human race resonated in his head, creating some sort of anger and loath. Confused whether it is a bliss for him to be held away from such cruel creatures by wardens who slipped him from his soul. Looking at the sunrays retreating from the holes that filled one side of the room, which he believed to be a window in the past.

     

    The night has come, where for most people it is the time to rest and relax; however, for him it meant a stream of thoughts and visions running through his mind all at once, like a seizure leaving him weary for the rest of the night. At dawn he has been awakened from his slumber by the cruel prison guards whom were throwing cold water at him to make him feel refreshed they remarked. Feeling different, yet the anger and loath for his race grew even more, but he managed to lock it away. In a corner, he sat with his untamed mind battling one another for authority. An ongoing battle, he wondered how it shall end; nevertheless he is determined to never give up until he can control his mind.

     

    Crumbling from the endless battles with his mind, feeling empty, unable to function anymore with this emptiness in him, he decided for himself for the first time, which broke the door and tore the walls apart; he smiled with determination to find his soul and purpose. The wardens in shock stood still, not expecting to be disobeyed by him, whom they were nurturing to fit into this cruel reality, sadly they never realized that what they have done, have made him realize that it is up to him to choose the path that he wants to follow or create.

  • Who Are They ? Monsters

    Once upon a time, in a land far away from where beasts lived among the humans, and where the witches and demons are being burnt, a kid lost his soul. Trenched by the poisonous thoughts of his clan “humans”.

    The kid grew up not knowing what is there for him on this earth, been manipulated by the society trying to mold his soul as what they thought best fitting for the child, not giving him a choice to be who he really is. After years of trying to mold his soul into something that he is not, he rebelled and decided to figure things out for himself.

    On journey to cure his soul and find his purpose, the boy wandered the earth witnessing the actions of his clan upon the beasts and witches, which revealed before his eyes that the humans are the real monsters, burning witches without any sensible reason, burning them for something that they have no control over; born witch. Thinking that they are superior on this earth, they continue their misdeeds by invoking the beasts who are trying to hide and live peacefully among the humans and becoming furious when they fight back. A string of evil created by none other than us “humans”.

    The kid struggled on his journey that is still ongoing, trying to find his lost soul that ran away the moment they tried to engrave their teaching upon him, the moment they tried to poison the child.

  • Weary !

    I don’t know what has happened; it happened so fast. I have changed a lot; I’m no longer the guy you used to know me. Everything seems different, scared of them all, for now, I can see through their souls. The chains that restrained the darkness in me has torn apart unleashing every bit of pain, every bit of sadness that has troubled my soul.

    Enduring such pain and misery can mess one’s soul big time; it can kill all the emotions in you. The smile I faked in the past has changed from hiding the pain to unleashing pain. Once I have started to notice what has happened to my poor soul I pulled myself away from the people I care about scared that I will cause them trouble, even if they were the ones who turned me into a cold, emotionless soul. Surrounded myself by the evil creatures, urging to unleash upon them the wrath of the pain and sadness that they have caused me, but in time they shall all witness before their eyes what pain is. The monstrous creatures cannot endure pain, for only those with a pure heart can withstand such thing.

    Retracing my steps back to where it all began and all I could see is how humans are monsters. Not only they’ve caused pain to my soul, but they’re also trying to pull me into becoming a member of their cult of cruelty. I fled away, can’t trust anyone for they will only threaten my peace of mind. I shall be gone forever, and never come back to those who have tortured my soul with their ongoing misdeeds. Fading away into the void, for I must restrain the darkness with the chains of hope and faith, and lock it away in a place where it shall not find the light.

    “Rest my weary soul, for the time shall come.”

  • Grief…!

    For this soul everything has changed so fast, as it grew wiser, everyone started to manipulate and use it to satisfy their selfish needs, but when it came to helping the poor soul no one is to be found, a helping hand seemed to be far from reality.

    Even though it knew the deeds that the monstrous creatures have piled upon their scripts, the soul without regret helped whenever and with whatever it can. However, this unfortunate soul instead of receiving love, gratitude, and respect, all it has ever got from them is pain from their words that pierce holes into the glowing white body of the soul, creating emptiness.

    The soul distant itself from such cruel beings, and so their lives became unbearable as they have lost the one soul that could bear their cruelty. As the poor soul disappeared, the earth shed tears from its core until it has flooded the land, and the skies cried in grief that it poured rain upon the survivors with poison that has made their bodies turn into ashes.

  • No More !

    The Journal

    Chapter 666

    I salvaged myself from the darkness thinking that there is something out there for me, trying to reach out to me, hoping that it will find its way to me. The darkness that I contained myself in, for the harsh, cruel creatures have stabbed me, so many times that I no longer can feel a thing, only anger that I have yet to unleash upon those who have wounded my soul. So cold that whenever they try to wreck what left of my soul, I try to ignore them and never respond. I am guilty of letting myself withstand their actions, for it has wounded my heart and filled it with sadness.

     

    Disappointed with my actions, guilt running through my soul that I have let down so many times, for giving these creatures more chances to wound my soul. I am returning to you, Shadow. I am coming back to where you have left me, to where we have drifted apart. Alongside the high mountain where you have fallen apart, I shall build my bed beside your resting place, for I have missed you, and the world is not like what it used to be. Filled with loneliness and sadness, that is wrecking my wounded soul.

    I cannot tolerate much more pain, or one more wound, for my weary soul has started to fall apart. Restless, since I have broken free from the darkness that has cured my heart and soul in the past, not that I am not ungrateful to what it has done for me but losing my partner and friend made me snap, and so I ran away from the darkness. I am finally returning home, apart from the cruelty of the so-called humans.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • A Shameful Century

    The wanderer continued his journey through the path seeking the final goal when he stumbled upon a man who was betrayed and tortured by the cruelty of the creatures that have set aside their differences and joined forces to rule this dark age.

    Tired from his long ongoing journey, the wanderer fell on the muddy dirt to his sleep. As the sun started to arise the wanderer couldn’t help but notice that the soil has turned into grass and flowers; however, as soon as the wanderer stood up and was about to move on, the green and flowers chanted while transforming into the man that he has seen before falling asleep.

    The man pierced the wanderer’s heart with his arm, but surprisingly the Wanderer knew that the man was not trying to cause any harm, but instead he wanted to warn him about those who are waiting for him on the other side. The man’s angry words explained his past, shining the light upon those who instead of looking after humanities health, are looking for ways to ensure the flow of cash in their bank accounts, in disgust, the man faded into thin air.

  • Death Awaits….!

    T.W.O.T.E – Writings From The Past

    Chapter 10

    Confused and depressed, wandering on earth searching for clues. Not sure whether it is my soul that I have lost in the days where I was a captive in my darkness or whether it is my purpose in life.

    Not sure what I want nor what I need, as long as I am on this path. I have drifted away from the final goal, for the creatures around me are making me weak, I am devastated; therefore, I have not got much time, I must find what I have lost, to survive this chapter.

    When you do not have something to live for, living seems pointless. I have depended on the ones whom I loved, but they tend to run away or disappear without a warning notice; attached to their evil souls, confused as to what lead them to leave me. I have learned from them that I must not trust anyone, for it will only cause more pain; therefore, staying away from the humans is the only way to survive.

    After years of getting used to the idea of being alone, I cannot believe that they had tried to trick me into letting them into my life when I promised to stay away from the monstrous creatures. Sickness is running through my veins, contaminating my body and ripping apart my organs, tasting blood every time I open my mouth; I am fading.

     

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • I’M AWARE !

    Pacing back and forth, thinking about myself and why am I the one who must tolerate their actions, afraid to lose them even though they have already lost me. Tracing my steps back to the point where it has started and what I saw is something that I cannot forgive myself for.

     

    As my soul started to fade, my true self no longer exists, I have exorcised my soul, as they manipulated me with their voices. Aware of what is happening but I chose to ignore the fact that I was being used by them cruel creatures. Thanks to all those whom I have trusted by decided to betray, thanks to those whom I loved but decided to take my soul for granted, thank you for the pain.

     

    Nervous as I mark their names on the graves that I have placed in the darkness, and so it has been decided that I no longer can deal with your cruelty. I guided them to their graves with tears from the pain that they manifested in my heart. Farewell, I am never coming back, you all have been pulling me down, confusing me and above all you have ruined my path; therefore, I am moving on.

     

    I am aware of your spells and tricks, but I chose to ignore your misdeeds for something that you creatures will never understand.

     

    “There Is Still Hope”

     

  • T.W.O.T.E -Restless Mind !

    What I want seems far from reachable; peace of mind never comes easy, with the mind that I have, for it is so loud and unstable. Thoughts flowing rapidly, making me mumble, a lot of them have labeled me with words, which is far from the truth. It is unsettling, if only they knew what lies within my heart and what I have been thinking for the past few years.

    I have been shot by many and did not care once unless of course, their words have something in them which will help me be a better version of what I am right now. However, most of the time it is just lethal words that deprive the happiness of the soul of I, the one who entrusted them, humans, to support me and help me through my journey. Reality struck me late, for everytime they speak it gets worst. Am I to blame, for changing my plan, for entrusting them with my secrets, for believing that they can be given a second chance.

    I recognized that young man who had a life no other humans could bear; isolated, away from everybody, alone on his path towards the goal, I could see myself in him. The young man filled with joy and happiness just by himself, memories start to flow back as the world turns upside down unraveling the truth that I was trying to hide; for the boy was me. Soon I lost focus again as the thoughts started to scramble my vision, putting me far away from the goal.

    Mesmerizing thoughts yet I cannot get my hands on them, for the current seems too fast for my hand to grasp. Cheerful even though the odds are not in my favor. Cursed, yet trying to maintain a stable soul. Weakened, but still moving on. Dipped in melancholy, yet fighting to survive.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Oh Mind, Can You Please Rest !

    When the sunsets and the night crawl in, it is a phenomenal experience to those who have a mind that never rests. To some, it is the time to rest and relax, while for the few of us out there who cannot control the flow of their thoughts it means that the wicked yet magnificent process is about to start.

     

    Closing our eyes trying to rest, but the thoughts keep us hanging, getting tired with every second that passes, while our brain fights the thoughts. Weary head unable to rest, thinking and planning, claiming that there is no time to waste, for the goal to be achieved a plan is required. A goal that we must change our plan frequently based on the fact that it reveals before us. Here we are deep inside our heads trying to figure out our next move, failing a couple of times but never quitting. Once again, we have tried to rest but it is all the same, without an answer we cannot possibly rest.

     

    As the night slowly gets darker, the journal has been taken out from its resting place, looking for clues and to assure that everything will be okay. Flipping through the page as we remember the purpose of it all. Eyes fighting to get some sleep, while we resist for the purpose must be fulfilled, the purpose that we have battled the obstacles in order to find it, we cannot simply let go. Therefore, with the journal in our hands the final goal can be reached, a few more obstacle, nothing that we have not battled before or at least until we reach the next step. Closing our eyes once again, as the thoughts start to arise, and the mind to over think the situations; a sound from the heart whispering “To the thoughts that you all have gained from this journey, be gone; for the answers are all within their souls”. An assuring sound that brought peace of mind to our souls, gaining from it the ability to rest our weary heads.

     

    “There Is Still Hope”