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   Quiet.Still.Peaceful and at peace. Tranquillity. Behind the calm,sensitive exterior, there is a storm brewing inside. Mind racing on the narrow track inside,going at high speed as if it was a reckless racer with a lust for speed. A river,rushing,swallowing and enveloping everything it comes in contact with.A relentless force,a show of power,growing in strength with no sign of stopping. Every thought is a roar. The roar of the river. The roar of the hungry beast,insatiable,primal,always wanting more.Consuming everything it touches. Turning the man behind the mind into a monster,a dragon. Doomed to fail and with the sole purpose to destroy. It destroys all in it’s path,everything it touches is set ablaze until nothing is left. Until the beast,the monster is left with nothing but himself and ash he left behind. Every word is a roar,a primal scream. Echoing in the emptiness of reality he created, as if it was the void itself.    The beast does not always st...

   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 ...