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This was written last fall when I was working at a position I loathed. I tend to vent my feelings through writing as it acts as my therapy. BTW...they still come, I just have reinforced windows and doors which makes it harder for them to get in.
This piece from 'Lost Girl Found' basically summarizes my entire life. I wrote this in a moment of clarity. It truly captures the essence of my life and the path it takes.
I'm finding it hard to summarize this story. Perhaps because of the short length of it, perhaps because I feel like I reveal the ending by summarize it. I assume whatever scarce talent I may have does not lie in the field of summary. This is the first time I've written since I was a pre-teen....
By Faust Habenicht
A short story about the struggle between a young man and his inner-self, torn within his own duality and what each side wants. Few things he believed to be true are, and the reality is more than he is prepared to handle.
In which I cover pretty much every aspect of my life right now.
Poetry | Updated Apr 7, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Royce Alden
This is just something I wrote instead of studying one day.
The things I think about...
Reflection and introspection
Poetry | Updated Nov 7, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By David Barry
This story dates from when "transcendental meditation" was all the rage. It's a sort of introspective examination of the feelings engendered by the sightings of a particular girl.
Sounds weird, but isn't really. It's just, well...musings, really.
Short Story | Updated Jul 21, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A short poem about memories and nostalgia
Poetry | Updated Jul 15, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
"What returns, what finally comes home to me is my own self." - Nietzsche
"And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?" - Rumi
Essay | Updated Jul 5, 2013 | Reads: 57 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By James Troxler
Probably never will finish this one. The emotion is gone from me. That muse bumped its head on the ceiling. Had I finished it, there would be a twist, leaving the speaker swinging from a noose. Anywho...
I have known him for the last nineteen years or even more.