The Journey 596

Tag: wander

  • Reaching Hands

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    >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.

  • A Terrifying Game Called Life 

    At dawn, when the sun is shimmering, softly that it takes away the tiredness and laziness from the creatures. Starting the day with a beautiful view and a cup of coffee, followed by a short run, that shall make you energised and ready to fight the obstacles that shall be presented to you once you set your foot out of your house.

     

    Trying to focus on the final goal, while being busy, fighting the daily dilemmas, with the cruel creatures; fighting for the soul. Working hard and making progress, which shortens the distance of the final goal. Thinking of it as a mission, every time the sun rises, and the night targeting its darkness elsewhere. A set of tasks some of them are repeated daily while the other set have a specific date and time, all of these tasks must be followed in order. Rules that has been created precisely after witnessing the cruel creatures for decades: a spell that repels their negativity and cruelty.

     

    Giving life a meaning again, for the soul has been retrieved. Working hard and enjoying the process, with hope. Patient as to what the future holds from obstacles and bliss.

     

  • 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”

     

  • Love, Webs and Spells

    Here is a story about a girl that he loved so much that she was the only thing that he feared the most; feared losing her. He never knew that this girl that he loved would one day make him fall apart, a weakness that he never thought of having. 

    Even though it was a bumpy road, confusing as her demands were questionable but even so he continued to follow her. Am afraid that he really fell for her, and never realised that he entrusted her with a valuable thing that is so powerful; however, if it was to be crushed it will poison his soul thereby disturbing his journey. As her spell clung to his heart, he no longer can control his emotions, as she is now in control of all. Pure hearted, he never thought that there will come a time where the one that he loved would destroy him. 

    Friends, even though she knew how much he cared for her, yet he accepted the offer, for he is under her spell and he did not want to lose her. Suddenly she became so cruel that her honest opinion started to sound more like criticising and teasing. Done with this so called love, and ripped her webs from his heart, leaving his heart pierced, bleeding and taking shelter to recover from the pain and to reform from what he has caused to his soul. 

    Characterising love as a reaper that tortures you before slipping away your soul, a sociopath that needs to be locked away, for it is the core of cruelty.

    “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”

  • Spells And Hope

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    “I have written this short article when they were about to put me under their spell; however, I have managed to break the spell  and escape from their cruelty with the my only strength, hope.”

    They have criticized me, making me look like a coward, but I am not feeling sad nor have I ever hated anyone, it is just that I lost hope in the cruel creatures, they have disappointed me many times.

     

    They say that I am rude, just for giving my opinion, but I will not give up until I prove my point, which you will find out in the near future.

     

     

    My life is mine to choose what path I shall take, I do not require your approval or anyone else’s for that matter, stay away from me.

     

     

     

     

     

  • Hope

    I woke up to realize that my life has been just a dream, it is all in my head, in my own reality. A realm that I have total control on and where I can rest  and find peace.

    In reality I was told that dreams do not come true, when in fact they actually do, if you believe in it and work hard for it. Hope has returned to fill my life with Happiness and joy. I must say that the real world without you is just a dark and cruel place. Now that you are here do not leave me at least until I am gone.

    Wandering on earth, exploring the reality that was introduced to me recently, moving towards the goal that I must achieve, crossing paths with other wanderers along the way.

  • The End ?

    Writing a story is great when you actually know how it ends, but sometimes finding an ending for a story can be hard, the writers go through a tough time choosing the perfect ending in order to present to us their masterpiece.

     

    I have started writing my story not so long ago, hoping that it will be of use to those who are lost in the future. Sharing tips based on my experience, on how to survive in this world. A blog that contains my thoughts on life, and how I turned the anger and sadness into stories and thoughts. Pouring my feelings and emotions into words and sentences helped me figure a way out of my misery.

     

    As for how my journey shall end, I have not thought about it yet, but I know that reaching my final goal is not the end of my story, because to me everyday is a new adventure.

     

     

     

    “There Is Still Hope”