Crafts Of Harmonious Torture - Chapter 1 - I sit among the disillusion of my own demise, as harmonious as this would ever seem; no joys of which I dwelled upon dared sprout in ones deserted and vast wasteland of sorrow. Yet dwelling upon such meager subjects is enough to possibly bore the soul from any man into the deepest depths of Hell's burning doom. I would have commenced my escape long years ago, yet what stopped me was the fragile thought of delving deeper; deeper get. The days to come may have brought my demise along faster than anyone in mankind would accept great fully and in stride. Though I did not get the overwhelming fear gushing over me take any such pride in taking out my sharpened senses; though what, endearingly not sharp enough. Bedraggled thoughts find me puzzled to that of a great extend, as that dear fear once overwhelming everything I may ever seem to possess; has never crumpled nor rectified nor folded me in two. Overcoming fear is the hardest attribute to succeed with, however, that once overwhelming feeling deemed obliterated places you elevated in the pilots seat; You are in all powerful control. ______________________________________________________________ - Chapter 2 - Though it is not clear to me what existence purely exists for, I shall never question it presence all around me. For, what would there be without existence? If nothing existed, what would exist? Deep down in the pits of our stomachs, the thought writhes like a beast in chains; wishing for some truths release. Some certification, at least. Even the deepest and the darkest of abnormalities would reside in the depths without existence, and the joke of mankind would be even extinguished. Though thoughts in likeness of these are never dwelled upon. It's as if we, and everything else for that matter exist only on the will of existence. Even with this #life having no explanation and no explanation to come, surely there is something behind everything we have ever known. But what? What exactly? We shall never know. Though maybe his existences meaning will be revealed in meaning to us after we have passed and gone. ______________________________________________________________ - Chapter 3 - Ceaseless floating alone in the sea of loneliness. I may have been a decent creature, carried along by the waves and the current. Yet; what fools deemed escapeless, paddling for the shore with what little energy were to remain. And if I was not witty as a lone cat, I would have been so tempted to follow and take after those sorrowful individuals; the sea of loneliness taking a hold and dragging their souls from within. Escape is such a futile attitude, yet allowing yourself to float steady and freely brings escape in due time. As the metaphor is not apparent to eyes of youths and elders alike. Only few may understand the wits of a wise person. For in a ceaseless act of treason, these officials and governments take control of our being. They drag us about like that of a current or tide. Say we have freedom. But what freedom? I see not a drop of true freedom in my eyes of emerald green. Their greed has defied them there freedom; therefore they wish to take it away from us in a helpless attempt to snatch back that of what they may never have back. And you see, if we as mankind alike, take race and colour and differences aside, we may hope to acquire that of both true freedom and peace alike. Though religion and seven seas segregate us from one another, we must look past our differences and likenesses. Teach and peace couldn't be much more alike each one another.