Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

The disaster happened. What I feared the most, really occurred. I lost it all, all I wanted to keep, and all the things that scared me the most were right with me to rip me asunder.

And they left me for dead. No, not for dead, but for finished. Nearly right.

Everyone who, quite rightfully, detested me, who were hurt by me, who were furious at me, has done their best to destroy me; they thought they had done the job entirely well.

Unfortunately for me, I'm not dead. I'm still trapped here. I'm still forced, by this aliveness, to seek food, shelter, and water. Worse, I have to pretend that I'm "fine." Of course, I'm not. But I can't let on. I have to be "strong." I'm supremely weak, and it's hard, very hard, to go on pretending.

And just because they all thought I was as good as dead, the worst hasn't yet happened. There are still powerful forces coming. The forces in my head are the worst; they know just how to maximize the misery, the fear.

And the circle is tightening around me as the mob chants: "Now!"


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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

If the 'haters' left you for dead, you don't have to pretend to be alive, because they are gone. You can cry. The forces in your head are quite strong, I get that, but they are ultimately YOURS, and you can silence them.

  • #1276 Posted 6 years ago
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I love how lamenting this is. You've got an almost musical quality going here, but there's one part that I think breaks up the line, so to speak. "All did all they could" seems clunky to me in context, which only stands out so much because of the beautifully smooth feel of everything else.

  • #1281 Posted 6 years ago
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@Elsha: This is not too easy to address here in the comments, I write like this because it's easier for me to come at these feelings in at least a semi fictional way--though this is pretty direct for me.. I would love to silence these forces in my head, really, but I think I need a tutorial or something, they feel and seem to me much more like a sort of "other" presence rather than myself. I'm going to ask my therapist about it today though. Thank you very much sincerely for your response, and please feel welcome to respond in any way you wish, I just wanted to clarify my situation.

Storykeeper: I am a musician, songwriter and singer, and I am pleased you feel as you do. I will see if I can refine that one klunker. Thank you!

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