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Zeckrombryan

Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

Breaking Chains, Breaking Crutches.

My mind was as hollow as it seemed, I was limping forwards, into the direction of nonentity, chasing blindly whilst catching my breath frantically. I was gripping tightly, desperately to the plastic crutches supporting my ability to walk, putting myself... Continue Reading →

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Psycho-Pass (Anime Review)

Living in a crime-free world where the only crime that you can commit is to become a 'latent criminal'- a person who has unpleasant (bad) thoughts about life, often unwilling to accept the reality around the person- when your 'Crime... Continue Reading →

even the rocks will cry out

somnolent nights, wretched banalities, living life just as it is, intended, constructed. scrolling through the endless pixelated valley, falling prey into contempt, temptations, delusions. days and nights passing by as if time slipped away from my control. choices and chances... Continue Reading →

a million times

Sprawling wide across the cold hard ground, I was awakened from my repose, awaiting for the next dose of goodness from reality- the fragmented fabrication of pixels. I knew I wanted more of it, my body craved for it, the... Continue Reading →

a million pieces

"this is it..." nothingness engulfed me as the overwhelming waves of redundancy and comfort swarmed my conscience. "something is lost..." I was too caught up with myself, the things that I was doing, and I eventually lost it. somewhere... sometime...... Continue Reading →

Too Good To Be True

The tinge of the russet skies dawned the book store at the heart of Kuala Lumpur. I realised that I was there for almost the whole day, indulging myself in the new-found love for suspense romance stories, oblivion to the... Continue Reading →

Selling Away My Birthright.

Everyone is blessed with the prerogative to choose and to determine their future paths. You can be doing things that you have in mind if you can just do it; you can be with the one that you desire if... Continue Reading →

battles, distortions, me.

Day... I do not want to count anymore. I have given up on it long ago. Blinded by the swiftness of life, I am left out once again because of me, falling prey to distortions, losing uphill battles. The pitch... Continue Reading →

GREATER

Blood was dripping down my chin as I stood wobbly with a beaten-up body, I was at my limits as my vision started to swirl into a blurry tango. The opponent was laying flat right in front of me, not... Continue Reading →

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