ElshaHawk LoA

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The world had disappeared. In the brightness, there was no longer light. In the sound, there was deafness, and in the heat, there was nothing to feel.

Had I lost myself?

I wished for the fog back. At least fear was something. I wished for the wall, something solid to grasp.

I felt I was floating. Weightless. Breathless. Sightless. Soundless. What surrounded me carried me so that I was nothing.


When I had stopped wishing for anything and accepted that nothing was the reality, it all came rushing back.

Pain. Desire. Loss. Self.

Waves of each washed over me. There was nothing to do but feel them. Barrage; battered, bruised by the torrent. Where once there was nothing, now there was everything.

I searched for clarity. This time, though, it wasn't in a fog of fear and there was no wall. Everything had washed ashore with me. I had it all.

Picking through the jumbled mess I sorted gems from waste. I tested them for truth. Only these could help me rebuild a foundation strong enough to truly live.

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This is extremely evocative of my everyday feelings.

  • #1900 Posted 6 years ago
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ElshaHawk LoA

Being in tune with your emotions makes good writers. It also makes us tortured..

  • #1907 Posted 6 years ago
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This is a great series you've got here. While I sense the finality you wrote into this piece of the three, I think you could extend this on further in an exploration of all human nature has to offer. Joy, envy, regret, hope, etc. manifesting in other natural elements/events.

  • #1921 Posted 5 years ago
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ElshaHawk LoA

Yeah, I toyed with the idea of ending this as a trilogy, but I also felt the way you do, Drew. Maybe I'll get inspired to continue it.

  • #1923 Posted 5 years ago
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Inspired by (sequel to):

I push, I pull, I dig my nails in, anything to make the solid wall move in any way. I had to get out…


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