Blake

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic


Where ingredients lay, illusion follows, without coherent and pure evidence, one cannot be sure of a recipe. The frustration of such things, ever more pronounced in others understanding his mind, and in him knowing his own.
 
He lives in his own reality, a reality filled with unfortunate emotion, leading him into madness. With an affinity for riddles and life being a riddle, what is the climate but that of joy and misery? Joy and misery become a destructive recipe, as one does not blend meat with vinegar and fruit.
 
But if insanity could be comfortable, if he could say that it is, William mustn't worry about apples, or meats or vinegar. He mustn't worry of those who throw apples, or meats, or vinegar. Onlookers are purely that, onlookers.


Submitted: October 27, 2020

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