Dont fight life

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As I fight this never-ending battle with life, I can taste victory. I am invincible. I cannot be beaten. How is this possible? Through emptiness. The bonds and relations of life hath diminished from my soul and left naked and bare. Love, lust, nor the treacherous vows of trust or dependence keep me from the one focus that can satisfy the hunger within me. I shall not fall, I will not bow, I WILL NOT BE SILENCED!!! I refuse, my heart wont let me. I will not accept failure or defeat! For I know the one before is ignorant. He seeks the alliance of love, trust, friends. How preposterous. This man this mysterious figure that dares challenges for obsolete power and control over my life, shall be obliterated. FINALLY... my heart goes cold and pain the equivalent of a thousand arrows is immediate. Death is inescapable. I long to look upon my conquered silently shriek as he removes his mask... For I have been conquered by... me. He leans in and whispers " Alone is a choice you made in retaliation of the sheer evil deeds of others. They fed off your suffering and left you with hate, revenge,and a lust for their demise. Tevil creatures whose sadistic ways no no bounds, but you as well. That is why you have fallen to me." The person standing in my way to peace of mind and control over my life is... me. As I awake from what seems to have been a dream I feel, empowered, ecstatic , ambitious, and complete. Now I can enjoy life's beauty and not feel burdened with revenge, hate, or even regret. For my past no longer holds my abilities limited, but infinite.




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First up, I enjoyed reading this.

But maybe you should put it in separate lines. The one big line was hard to read.

I'm not too big one the whole "it was just a dream" thing. I blame my english teacher for that. So the end bit
As I awake from what seems to have been a dream
i didn't like too much.

Though i did like the very last line. Its thought-provoking and insightful.



I was flummoxed by fractious Franny's decision to abrogate analgesics for the moribund victims of the recent conflagration. Of course, to display histrionics was discretionary, but I did so anyways, implicating a friend in my drama to make the effect cumulative. I think a misanthrope would have a prosaic appellation, perhaps one related to autonomy and the rejection of anthropocentrism. I think they wouldn't think much of the prominence of watching the coagulation of tea to prognosticate future malevolent events, not even if those events were related to jurisprudence.
— Spearmint