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  Another day,Another day I will try to forget. Depression is a bitch,let me tell you. One day you have it all and you are on top of the world and another,you are way down in the gutter. Lucky if you get to keep it all,not that it matters. Depression doesn´t pick or choose. It just comes out of nowhere,in and out,out if you´re lucky. It comes in waves and when the wave comes,oh this bitch hits you hard and washes it all away.Happy?Lucky?Let me just take it all away,buddy.None of it will matter when I am done with you.Anyways,got one of these waves hitting me pretty hard and today,I think I will just sleep through it. Really do not feel like facing the world right about now. So,today I will spend in bed,try to sleep and hopefully tomorrow,I will get to sleep for longer so that I do not have to deal with this shit. Hopefully soon,I will ride it out and back to the real world like nothing happened and nobody will know any better.    So this plan of mine kinda is working,k...

   A place where time stands still. I’m here again,this bittersweet rose garden of mine.A common fixture of my every day life. My escape and my prison.Lying in these roses of mine,embraced by their beauty and love. It hurts.It hurts so good. Thorns slowly piercing my thin pale skin. Scarlet droplets of blood make their way down my body,it hurts but hurts so good. Aren’t roses beautiful,so romantic?So why do you hurt me so?I always ask but in the end it doesn’t matter when it hurts so good,doesn’t it?    Another day, and fire spreads throughout my garden,once more. Flames swallow all in their path. My roses are slowly dying,the garden is blaze. Beautiful.Glorious flame!I hear them scream but they look so beautiful embraced in the warm flame.All around me is aflame,fire. All around me is dying and burning,so why do I watch and feel warm. It feels oh so good.    As I turn my back to the fires raging,I make my way to the favourite spot of mine, the tab...

   Here I am. Lying in bed. Collection of memories and experiences, a modern day relic.Left behind,underperforming,underpowered,left behind,forgotten.Discarded. Shell of a man. A shotgun shell loaded into the rusty old shotgun.Worn but true. Aimed,held high and shot far far away.I close my eyes and fly. Fly like the bullet to the moon. Fly far,fly fast,no looking back. Past the bright stars,past the noises and the lights. The further I go, the quieter it gets. Darker,colder,lonelier. Some stars look as bright as the sun while most are fading,dying as I leave them behind on my way.    I am on the moon. Cold,isolation,pure dark. Surrounded by the flags of yesteryear. The relics of mankind.The fading greatness of what once was. The flags are bright and slowly fight back the dark, which ultimately envelopes all around,in this dark space of mine. The darkness lulls me to sleep,it surrounds and embraces,it provides the comfort and tranquillity for the lost and weary...

   With both heroes lunging at each other it was an epic battle to behold. Two famed warriors of equally great skill,meeting on the battlefield of blood and ash with only one of them being able to leave. She had a task to stop him on his way,to stop him from reaching the capital. Life or death,that was her goal and she will live to fulfil it but..but she was facing a desperate man. A man who has seen too much death and suffering,who saw all that he cares about parish and everyone he cares about die. He had nothing left,nothing left to live for and he had nothing to loose. He had to reach the capital and make them pay.    As they lunged at each other the steel of their weapons met. The clanking was heard echoing all across the battlefield. Hot shining sparks,as if little stars of this war were coming from the clash the heroes faced. The attacks and the clashes between two heroes were relentless. It seemed like they both met their match and they both would not g...

   Looking in the mirror. The faces of past staring back.They seem confused,thinking, how did we get here and what is to come. I am confused as you are,I think to myself. The eyes are tired,red and bloodshot. The wear and tear is coming through and it's wearing thin. Tired,exhausted. Looking for an escape where there is none, with the only way forward, to act like nothing happened. Be bigger,stronger,better and get on with it. Isn’t it what dad used to say?There is sadness behind those eyes but you can’t quite put your finger on it. Why?Is it after what happened or something else?Is it the memories or the look into the future that brings this lost soul down. Glorious melancholy,how sweet your taste,just can’t get enough. As if I’m coming up for air after the drowning in the depths of the sea only to go back down being drawn by the colours and life underneath the waves. The voices keep talking to me as I stare at myself. They all think they know everything but it ...

      I am the sun . When I walk in the room,all eyes on me,its quiet,stillness.I am everything. I can feel the warmth around me.Eminating,pulsing,bursting. I can feel the glow,I can see the glow. The glow on people’s faces reflecting back at me,the warmth they feel and the comfort they get from seeing me,being around me. I give life. I give life to the room,the light,the warmth and all eyes are on me.They know,they see it and feel it and they always want more,always.Hungry,begging,pulling and tugging. People are jealous.All the girls want what I have,want to be me.All the boys want me. I know,I see,I notice.The minute,the hour of pleasure is feels good but the high wears off and I only want more.    The old me would have loved it,embracing and inhaling every moment of this, but now,now all I care is this feeling. I do not care about belonging,people want to belong to me.It’s everything. I am the life itself. Everyone wants me,everyone ...

Day 6 Alexander slowly opened his eyes, as he woke up to the sound of chewing. It sounded like an animal. A hungry animal, devouring something. He saw Cyrus,sitting on his bed,stuffing his face with the last of their supplies. Alex was in shock. He felt betrayed,angry,depressed and hopeless. How could he?What now?What’s left?Is this the end?The thoughts kept rushing through his mind.He leaped of his bed and ran at Cyrus.His friend heard and noticed what is happening,stopped chewing and slowly moved his arm from behind his back to reveal a revolver,cold hard steel,ready to wound,hurt and kill. Alexander stopped right where he was. Where did he get this gun?Is he going to do this?What now?Cyrus noticed that Alex stopped moving and kept eating what was left of their food with the gun pointed at his friend. Alex tried to reason with him,saying that they both need supplies,that they will last,it will be ok. All that matters is that they both get at least something and they ...

   Late night. Street is empty. Street lights shine down on the empty road. Not a single person around. Not a single car passing by. Whole world is asleep,bracing themselves for the day ahead. It’s quiet,bugs float around in the light. Not a soul but a single man.He sits at the bus stop under the light. Just him,alone. Waiting for the the last bus tonight. He is going home,or so he thought. He started thinking.He was thinking about his life and as he was pondering his being,his mood changed. His goal to head home changed. He was just there,just then,at that moment and time,thinking about where he is heading and what happened prior.    The man’s mood changed from a mellow, warm,jolly to melancholy and a quiet feeling of sadness. The man has come to realise that he is all alone..His family is away from him and they say they care but they never really bother talking to him until it suits them.He doesn’t really have any friends. The man never really ...

Elisa.So young. So beautiful.    Since she was a kid she was embracing the world. Always energetic,always active.Natural at sports,fast and agile,great aim. She was a talented kid. Tutors,teachers,family,all believed she will go far.So smart too. Always acing the school. Parents so proud. Such a talented little angel.    As years have gone by,young Elisa continued to succeed. She became the better version of what she was already.Top of her class in college,aced it all,got the degree. Professors so impressed,she was their star. Always part of the college clubs,getting involved,active. Into sports and getting trophies. Elisa is always surrounded and admired by people. So beautiful,so talented. Everyone heard of Elisa.    Since childhood she had a voice of an angel. Taking high notes,singing on for days..what a star. Everyone thought she will go far,she will be a star no matter what she does. Talented,popular,surrounded by people,admirers,lots of ...

I know some of you were concerned about my well being lately. That is very thoughtful,thank you. I can understand how it might seem I'm in the bad place with some dark sad stories I post.But,I am ok. the stories I write are inspired by imagination,other works of fiction,memories and experiences.So quite often it's just the flow taking over and creating the story. Sometimes my stories are driven by the emotion of the moment but it is nothing that I cannot handle and happens to everybody.I have been through some stuff and I know if it gets bad,there is always help. So,if you yourself suffer from anything from heartbreak to depression to just being sad..remember you are not alone. Happens to me,to the others,that's life..If it gets bad,seek some help,just talk to your friends. Cliche but..it gets better. Talking helps. Anyways..Guys,everyone,take care,talk to those close to you,you are not alone,I'm always here and I am OK..it is all good and when emotions take hold it is ...

   The husk. Nothing but the empty husk left of the person you used to be. Drained of all life. Lost all love within you. Tired of crying. Angry and sad. Not hungry,sleeping all the time. No light please,I just want to stay in the dark today. They all try to get you out of the bed but you just don’t feel like it. They want you to eat but you are not hungry and even sick. You don’t want anything,you don’t want anyone. You want to be left alone. A Husk of what you used to be. A shell of your former self. Distorted,twisted,empty used and hurt by other people. You do not have the energy or strength to carry on. You do not want to keep going with this,see this,deal with this and want to run away. Run away from you life right now,run away from you life as is and forget it all. Every time you think about the run,you remember it all. You have the memories and there is no running. No matter how far you run,you run from yourself and the memories catch up with you and what you are. ...