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Black Box #two

Everything happened so quickly, my mind and heart could not keep up. It was pitch-black, my heart was slowly slipping into the infinite abyss of no return, my mental state was treading upon the thin line of in-sanity, my visions... Continue Reading →

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re: sense four #23

meaning; purpose of life changes, alternates between the realities that we live in. what do i actually want in life? what is the purpose of this life? there is no definite answer it changes from time to time. as we... Continue Reading →

catharsis interjected #14

the voices in my head were shut away by the sheer darkness, deep silence, and stillness, rendering me incapable of thinking, imagining, loving. Hey, Are you still there? I do not feel like I am here anymore. My soul is... Continue Reading →

re: sense one #11

Searing, my head was throbbing in pain as I got out from the trance. Sitting, staring blankly into the emptiness that lied within me, as far as I could see. I sat singularly in the middle of nothingness, rolling with... Continue Reading →

Catharsis #1

prying open the deepest ends of my heart, there was nothing more to be expected, everything was emptied out of me a year or so ago, when things started to get awry. i have been in this constant state of... Continue Reading →

Re-Birth #Finale

"Imagine yourself as a teeny tiny baby, cuddling inside your mother's womb and what it felt like. Warm. Tight because her stomach is all over you." Ponder's voice was tinged with a courteous heart, the heart of a nurse ready... Continue Reading →

Re-Birth #Exodus

"Wake up, Candace." she shook me. There were two towering figures standing in front of me, one in suit and tie, a nonentity, one was Candace, in a flowery blouse. "Your name is now Candace Elizabeth Newmaker." what the fuck? I attempted... Continue Reading →

Re-Birth #Genesis

I was not loved, tossed here and there by my foster parents, it was all temporal, nothing was true. They said they loved me, but they returned me back to the social services where it was better off being lied... Continue Reading →

Moriah Moments #Finale

Three years later, here I was giving this very speech in this very restaurant. "This is my testimony of becoming a pastor." My father stood up abruptly, the stern Taoist being the different one among the other of my relatives, and... Continue Reading →

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