He didn't know why he had to do it, only that he had no choice. He was beyond that. He was compelled, driven by a long string of events that left him here, practically panting from sheer exhilaration, ready to strike, ready to take a life. Ready to become a killer, to stride across the threshold and become the predator that stalked inside him. Take the reins. The knife in his hand glinted dully in the dim light, a single beam playing brightly like lightning. It seemed to reflect all the future events that would befall it within moments. It knew. He watched the images, as if an animation, like it would reveal to him...something. But he already knew the story. He switched off the program, lowering the dark blade. He inhaled sharply, steeled and steadied himself and pressed the air out of him slowly in a long, nearly endless whoosh, the last flicker of oxygen burning away inside. Cross over. With this, he stepped forward, softly and silently. He peered around the corner very carefully, looking low, his face only a silver crescent, undetectable in the dim. It...was facing the other way, scanning, inspecting something in the corner, where the wall joined a heavy, rusted door. What did it want? It no longer mattered. It saw no reflection, no animation. The knife entered, softly speaking, its final communication. 'Ffsthew,' like an arrow, silencing the fury with its whisper. Only forward now.
My family is starting to fall apart. No, scratch that. It has been in the process of developing cracks over the past few years. Even as I write these words, I can overhear screams from the other room. The disrespect, the hatred, the lies that have been injected into all of our minds. I will not say that I am exempt from this madness, but I will say that I wish I wasn't part of it. These drilling times often make me daydream of the parts of life that weren't always this way. I remember the days as a kid, spending family day, going on trips. Now, I am scared of speaking a word in fear that relationships will be tarnished and diminished. I am scared to walk through the door, unsure of which versions of these people that I will find. These people are strangers, strangers in their own homes and bodies.
i love those moments in life where you just stop caring about everyone and everything, when you have nothing to lose and you cant get any lower in life so you can scream fuck the world and shout and sing and dance or wallow in self pity crying and cutting we can be honest with ourselves for once and show what we feel on the inside, if people see you like this, they often look the other way but soon enough the situation will be reversed and they will be the ones people turn away from, its a beautiful cycle of temporary insanity.
every night when i look up at the sky, my eyes jumping from star to star, i imagine your skin against mine, i think about our souls intertwining as i whisper my every thought into your ear, then im pulled back into reality and i remember you're a million miles away alone in a different bed and as my eyes fill with tears and my heart starts to hurt, i look up knowing that although i cant touch you, at least we're still under the same sky and thats what keeps me going.
Rushing through the trees, gliding over streams, rustling through my hair, the morning breeze roams through the world freely changing the stillness. pushing a girls hair into her eyes, it causes her to avoid the violent man she would've otherwise fallen for. a bumble bee is swept away from the swift claws of a curious kitten. A red leaf sways to the ground signifying the beginning of autumn. dandelion seeds float gently around a toddler as her sticky fingers grab at the mystery. the steam rising from my cup of tea is slated to the left as a slight breeze hits my neck