On the spur of the moment.

  1. I betcha!

    "You will." "I won't." "Oh, but you will. You just don't know it yet." "Man, chill yo flesh. I told you that I won't and I mean it. Agree we disagree?" "I agree, but I know you will. You're just not there yet. You're in denial." "Funny, 'cause I believe you're the one in denial. Man, are you actually telling me that you know me better than I do myself? Are you for real?" "And I believe you're being arrogant and selfish. Look, I'm willing to bet on it. When the time comes you will. No...
  2. Upon "Words" - A raw chain of thought -

    I mostly learned how to speak english on the go, meaning by having conversations in it, or movies, music, books, etc, so usually I'd learn the meaning of a word by context. (Also had classes for years, but I wouldn't have come this far if I had no practical reasons to implement it as a language). I used to look up for words or asked about their meaning, only whenever they made no sense at all through context (or they could mean a multitude of things, especially when it came to adjectives),...
  3. A Dust reflects (Semi-Freewriting).

    The Eye creeping down from up high is haunted. Bare from lid it hangs from a rootless chord, a motionless pendulum, a dead-weight, a relic of the past; one that Time punished in the cruelest form of retribution, an inescapable sentence that only Time can impose. Aware but feckless all the same, without a choice it stares. I sometimes lie beneath it to keep it company unbeknownst if it perceives, though I can tell it sees. The big, round pupil like a black hole trapped at the...
  4. Just that

    "... but I don't want you to take me with you. I want you to come with me. No. Listen. I'm not coming." Same, same, same, same, same, same, same, same... same ol' story. I don't want comfort. I want magic and I'm willing to pay in blood for it. I crave all of the discomfort that comes with it. I really don't fucking care! I just want to see what I want to see and go where I want to go. My aim is set very specifically there and nothing can compare. Nothing! I mean it! It's highly...
  5. Entendre mon nom

    I am but a void, Piercing comes de light, Suffusing my vain, Bleeding out the colours. Fool of tenderness, The crewel in thy dreams I’ll appease with slight A hand that fares thee well.
  6. Little, white dot.

    I don't know how much time has passed since I collapsed on the rails of this abandoned tunnel. I lay here motionless as my only functional muscles keep my eyelids open just enough to set my focus on the flickering, white dot that shimmers in the great distance. It feels like even my heart has stopped beating long ago. If I could I would shape my feelings as a bitter smile on my lips. Isn't it ironic? Days seem to have passed me by as scattered ghosts, wandering chaotically in my peripheral...
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