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￭ The only thing
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2008-01-31 | |
I chose to be alone for the simple fact that I feel a strong passion for suffering. Thatâ€™s why, now, my bodyâ€™s alone obsolete by the limits of space; also, my soul is almost alone â€¦ excepting a red light shade that continues her vibrations in my presence.
I think that this was my own belief and my anorexia state that I could transpose it in a future sub-consciousness â€“ I think that I will hang it by the first moment of suspicion.
Sometimes, the knowledge that sub-consciousness detects around will burn you so hot that, even if you want, you canâ€™t escape of inner non-solitude.
Thatâ€™s why I have screamed for the moment that I was hanged up for the last time.
Last few days I was searching for my own cross (I think!) that I wished to crushed it in thousands of small pieces â€¦ because of the fact that it was making shadow to my grave.
Sometimes I think that Iâ€™m hallucinating when thinking deeply and so I chose to consider myself mad â€¦ instead of others confirmation. Not only that I am going mad a little bit each day, but the reality dose that I have left looks like growing itâ€™s concentration instead of decreasing it.
â€śI do not have anymore time left!!!â€ť â€“ screamed somebody cross-aside me (I can not see him), but this is just a proof for the fact that I can be happy.
But what is happiness?
I donâ€™t think that Iâ€™ve reached ever this situation â€¦ of morality bow.
Also, the idea of loneliness looks like being the most adequate for the atmosphere that surrounds us in the moment of being.
Letâ€™s say that we have the possibility to adopt other pathway â€“ do you think that weâ€™ll be much happier, or too concerned on a particular idea. These are only presumptions and in case that this wonâ€™t be true, will be something else â€¦ something that each one of us can think to, once.
â€śI can not live this life!!!â€ť â€“ I said to myself once and all this because I have reached something grater, older; that belongs to a closer past.
I will live with the idea!
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