#Book

  • She will stand before him mute and passive
    a tribute to obliviousness
    a statue of warm blood
    consciousness unyieldingly empty
    his words are done
    he turns away and disappears
    while her knees buckle
    and she falls crouching in defeat and awe of destiny.
    wails echo through the corridors, violent
    her body shudders
    anger relaxes like spasm
    she melts completely all over the floor
    grabbing it with her nails by its atoms
    ripping the fabric of reality with her bare thought…

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    #WritingJournal: Pre Awakening I

    I was riding a high tide of inspiration and creativity. I couldn’t stop writing and creating. The minute I stopped to research the characters and the stories behind them, the high died down. Now it feels tedious and hard work to concentrate. I started writing again, I had one idea, and I only wrote a couple of lines and gave up. I am forcing it out. And this is not healthy or right or fair for the characters.…