The Journey 596

Category: heart

  • Reaching Hands

    T.W.O.T.E

    >Bonds

    Thought that I would not be able to come out of this hole, for I have fallen many times, with each fall the wound becomes deep, and the spikes at the end of the hole pierce through my body as it captures my soul and decimates my body. Each time I get closer, I lose focus and begin to tremble, as I get pulled into my head. A series of thoughts that I must live through, for the damage that I took is far greater than I can endure on my own.

    In my head, re-living what has already happened to me, and being able to see what I could not see before for I was too kind to realize their evil intent: they were hiding behind a mask. As much as I learn from this phenomenon, and as it tries to let me know that I must return to who I am, return to the path and leave everything behind, I never thought that I would stick for this long, but soon I shall be forced to leave against my will. I wanted to get back to the path, and continue my journey towards the final goal, I thought that I had time on my hands and that I will eventually get there; however, time became limited. I cannot leave, at least not yet. Attached to them, a characteristic that I am not proud of having for it caused me a lot of pain and burned the happiness out of my soul, for some creatures have a thing for betrayal and backstabbing. Luckily, in the end, I have found them, ones that I could count on, and have my back when I fall. Skipping through the thoughts as it tries to make me realize that I am drifting away from the path and that I must reach the final goal.

    As I was climbing out of the hole, I felt the sickness as it travels through my veins, and the weak bones that crack with every move I take. Exhausted, yet I am trying to survive, but the odds were against me as my hands started to lose its grip, I felt that my time has been rescheduled, and so I succumbed and tried to let go when their hands reached me and pulled me out of my misery, and I am thankful and grateful for them ever since.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • The Choice is Yours !

    My weary body cannot take any more damage. I am a wreck. My soul is beginning to fade with every cruelty that it experiences, thought that if I endured the pain I would become powerful, but it was too much for my vessel and its inhabitant.

    Every step I walk I could feel my body tearing apart, with every breath I take, I could taste the blood in my throat; of all the things that I have decided to suppress and never express; for it will do no good to anyone. The feelings are eating me alive. Feeding upon the goodness of my heart, for I have never hated nor been cruel to anyone. For the path that I have chosen forbids such evil sins to be committed. Broken like a shattered glass, to thousands of pieces, pieces of my life gone to waste, although it is not impossible to fix, I have decided to give up, for life has given up on me a long time ago.

    In the chronicles of misery, the boy wrote, about those who deserved better than this earth, that is filled with cruelty and hatred. To all those who suffered, there will be a time when you will come to realize that everything you went through was just an unpaved path towards your dream.

  • The Curse Of The Righteous

    I’m leaving you all behind, the righteous man screamed with despair. Where are you headed, the creatures spoke, with a tone of compassion, that was recognized by the righteous man as a joke, for they are devious and can be deceivable.

    Packing all his belongings into a bag and dashed towards the horizon, without any destination in mind, he thought that his righteousness would take him somewhere better, somewhere peaceful. Although, he never knew that he would end up imprisoned for helping someone out, helping someone who seemed to be in a difficult position, bleeding. Unfortunately it was a trap done by the creatures to gain money from whoever tries to patch up the bleeding guy. Later at night he was bailed out by an old lady, whom seemed to be knowledgeable of the curse that follows the righteous.

    The righteous and pure hearted, seem to fall into a chain of difficult situations because of them thinking that everyone around them to be pure hearted and righteous and that they cannot be deceivable nor devious; for they think good about all creatures. As soon as the righteous man realized that no one can be trusted, and that in order to survive he has himself, the book, and the long journey ahead.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Closure

    T.W.O.T.E

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    What is trust? How can one be so stupid, for the repetition of the same sin towards my soul, is wearing me down? Is it simply because of the nature of my heart, that I would think good of everyone, or is it desperation? Another quest shall be taken in order to end the cycle of this misery, towards the Darkness I head, seeking the truth, the ultimate solution that shall put an end to this pathetic situation.

    I am coming home, returning back to the place where I can rest and find peace, going back to the place where no betrayal and no pain can be done. I have come a far way, where I thought I would never ever need to go back, thought of taking every challenge on my way without turning back, but I have failed, and here I have passing through the memories, walking past my achievements that I have conquered, with every checkpoint I reach, the memories play in my head, trying to tell me to move on and never give up, comforting me, asking me to proceed with my journey even though the odds are against me.

    At last, I have reached home, to the safest place on the surface of the earth; the Darkness. The voices started to whisper calming my soul, tending to my wounds. As the process of healing takes time, I ought to think about the obstacle that blocked my path, not only once but many. The curse is an annual event, occurs every year, does not have a fixed date yet it has a great effect upon the soul of I. For the deed that has taken place is far greater for the soul to endure, nor the heart has the capacity to forgive. As soon as I realized that I am becoming one of them I returned back to find closure and then proceed with my path.

  • The End Of Darkness

    T.W.O.T.E

    Now that I have severed all bonds; for it is a torture to witness their cruelty. Wandering around peacefully along the endless road of life, shockingly not waiting for the end, but rather looking forward to the future that awaits.

    In my healing process, I have begun meditating to understand life better and to gain peace of mind from all the thoughts that accumulate in my head. Organising the thoughts, ideas that seemed random at first, unable to understand; flowing rapidly one after the other, it was overwhelming. Clarity, the thing that I thought was impossible to achieve, now I know better; only you can decide whether you will be able to achieve something or not. The nightmares have gone, disappeared, but left behind valuable lessons. I will no longer let myself undergo the same mistakes, for it is not their fault alone, I assisted in a way that I could never imagine would hurt me. Kindness, when given to someone that does not deserve it, becomes a victim of their cruelty.

    I have changed, I am no longer the victim. A new chapter shall begin, beautiful lessons will be given that shall help you in your journey of life.

  • A Writer Of Dreams

    A lot of you may wonder how stories are written, and how the writer was able to think or rather create a world of his own with characters, time zone, and a protagonist for that reality with connections between all the characters, we must not forget the epiphany, too. All have their own way of writing stories, or books; for some, the ideas just run through their heads and they write it down in notebooks, and some write based on their real-life experience. I personally prefer writers who write based upon their experience, for it touches the heart right away, and it makes you impatient about what will happen in the next chapter as soon as you close the book.

    A writer of dreams is someone who could come up with all five elements of a story (characters, setting, plot, conflict, and resolution) while daydreaming, or when bored. As remarkable as this, sometimes the writer experiences difficulties in writing all the details of a story all at once, so to make it count, summarizing it into a short essay saves the writer from forgetting the meaning of the story. In books, there are many genres from journals, diaries, drama, horror, mystery, science fiction, etc. For writers of dreams, their books/stories often have signs of sadness which usually fade along the story with hope and faith.

    A single thought complemented with the right imagination, you could create a whole new reality, you just have to let your mind go wild on its own. No harm is done, diving into different realities of your own creation, it is fun….

  • Have Pride In Who You Are !

    A Captive Of Society

    Chapter One: Pages 1-2

     

    Purity is found in all of us, but only few remain unpolluted, for all the rest are stuck in an endless puppet show; for they never fought for themselves, never tried to be themselves, and so they accepted their fate……

    It is unbearable, the feeling is coming back, and the voices are louder than ever, they are trying to manipulate me, convince me to do things, persuade me to be myself and be free. Free from the clutches of society, the chains squeezed my skin, as I once escaped, now the chains are thicker and heavier. The warden with his magical potions experimenting on me, trying to come up with the ultimate spell to turn me into one of his puppets.

    The voices rapidly reject the potions, and so he turned to his black book of spells and casted a powerful spell that the voices had to make me enter a state of unconsciousness to wear it off. After years of being held captive in one of the facilities the doctors had given up and so they have tortured me daily, but I could not give them, the only thing that separates me from them humans; it is my unique and true self that I am proud of, I do not follow nor lead, therefore, I create my own way. Weary unable to move, as the hammer cracked my bones and the hooks clutched into my skin. In a huge wheel, I was tied and I could feel the skin tear apart with every turn the wheel takes.

    At the time, I ought to give up, for there is nothing to do that shall break me free; however, the voices fiercely told me, “there is nothing that could to stop us, but only if you believe.” So I believed even though the odds were against me, and there was no chance for me to break free from their hooks, but somehow I managed to disappear….

  • Perception

    Here’s another story from the book, a boy fell from the sky with a powerful vision that ceases their lies and a soul so pure that it feels guilty once their cruelty rises; humans.

    Looking up at the ceiling, the kid wished to never see again. The chandelier blow up, for the sin that he has committed is far greater than the cruelty of those who were shaken off of humanity, and turned into beasts. Beasts that never have thought that someone will be able to witness their true colors and play along. They have mastered the ability of the devil, and like a chameleon, they shift colors to best fit the scenario, or rather to buy the hearts of their own cult.

    The kid’s soul felt guilty for their actions toward him, for he never harmed them in any way, but beasts never really ought to understand the meaning of friendship nor love. The kid played along trying to make a change into their lives, tried to guide them, but in despair, all he got was their cruelty shunning away light that he tried to present to them, a chance for repentance, or rather a new beginning.

    It’s true what they say, with a great gift comes great responsibility, the kid consumed with sadness and sorrow for the cruelty of those who are surrounding him has already manifested into their body and soul. There must be a way to make them see, to what state they have fallen into, and how they became the beasts that they are. The kid for years tried restlessly, but without any progress; however, he never gave up and continued his path, helping those whom are infected by the beasts, those whom have a chance in recovering to their neutral state, cured from any hatred and cruelty, whilst turning to the untreatable patients, trying to come up with a cure; a way to help them return back to the way they used to be, kind and honest.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Soul, Monster and I

    We all have a monster within our bodies, some of which are trapped behind our souls, observing, waiting to regain its strength from the cruel creatures to break free and unleash its full potential. On the other hand, some of us were able to tame these vulgar creatures that are sharing our vessel. The weak humans will be conquered as soon as the monster takes control and unleash the evil that it has gained over the years and soon the soul will be shoved far away into the abyss, scared, shivering, and unable to move; for the power that has been unleashed into the body is the unstoppable wrath of hatred.
    We were born together, we shared every memory the good and bad, whilst the monster favored the bad memories and fed on them and grew faster, and slowly pushing the pure soul away, or rather poisoning it. It reminds the soul of what has been done to it, reminding it of all the cruel things that have happened, blaming the soul for everything. Filled with guilt the soul soon realized what should be done in order to not become weak. At the nursery they were able to identify me for who I am, they saw right through me, they saw the emptiness, they saw the shattered pieces of my beloved soul, and so they waited for me until it was our nap time, to grab me and lock me up in the chamber where they performed their rituals on me, trying to bring my soul back.
    For years they have kept me in the chambers thinking that they will be able to cast the evil spirit away and make my pure soul return back to its vessel; however, their plan never worked and never will, for the monster and I are one.

  • Are You Aware ?

    Are you lost? Not knowing where you are heading, without a plan trying to satisfy your soul, trying your best to forget about everything that is disturbing your peace of mind along with shifting your focus from what you really want to achieve. If you have not got a plan in your head in your head or written somewhere in the future that you are heading towards to, then my friend your absolutely lost. Here are some tips to get you back on track, towards your goal.

    First of all, knowing the state you are in, is crucial to determine whether you are lost or whether you are lacking the motivation to proceed through with your plan. If you do not like the state that you are in, then you will need to think hard about the things that you would like to change in your life and the things that you would like to achieve and see how far you are from achieving it. If you find yourself far away from what you really should be doing then, you will need something to write all of your goals and the things that you would like to change your life. In addition, make your goals as clear and as detailed as possible to help you divide it into tasks that will make it easier for you to track. Furthermore, set priorities and rules to follow so that you will be capable of being more productive. Time management is the key to success, in my opinion, organize your time accordingly, so that it corresponds with your goals, and then implement it into your day to day life. Make yourself a routine and stick with it, it lowers your stress levels and helps you be on the right path, that is your success. Having a routine makes it less of hassle when you try to be productive, for you already have an idea of what you shall be doing. The last tip I have is to stick with your plan and never give up. Do your best and as always work hard and stay motivated.