So They Call It Limbo With A Purpose Unknown

 

(Have you ever dreamt of such vile awful dreams and if god's willing, you wish it'd happened to someone else? Say your worst nightmares. Pun unintended.)

It was dark, it always is. Started with a black projected shadow, they wore cape, black furry one. Cruising around without limps, one could imagined they were from outer space, because something just don't belong. But that was the least of my worries. 

Swiftly I ducked, scared and alone so I shut down. I shut my body system and try to sleep, eager awaiting to flee that black hole. If only I knew what was going on I thought, I closed my eyes to see in the dark. What was the different, evaluating my situation thoroughly before I make any silly decision.

Something flew by and hit my temple, it's of solid object that I am certain. I couldn't move because I was quivering in shock.

Laughter. Clucking noise. Slow claps. Something or someone is walking towards me. I did not see legs earlier so how would it possibly be able to walk towards me. Nothing make sense anymore. Clouded judgement in times of fear, hopeless. I pretended that I was asleep and held my breath, but I was already asleep...

Sunset Avenue

35 °C mid afternoon carrying a harassing dense breeze. 
Short breathes slowly, slurping a sachet of English Breakfast. 

Hot tea on a weather like this? 
And it was almost like I was demanding for some unsolved mystery of the universe, 
somehow perspiration answered the untold question for me. 

Blink of an eye, my stomach hurts. My guts thumped heavily, why not. I was lost in thoughts, searching for a way out when a powerful door slam jolted for my attention. 

It's the weather, grey and pale and restless, unpredictable as weather should be. 
As life should be.

Not In Wonderland Anymore Alice

When vulnerability checks in. Seldom, but adequate amount in recent memory, too soon as I started recalling. It never should've left. It takes that one negative notion to plug into the inner beyond reach territory where I thought time has accomplished itself by erasing the rotten and sordid side. Just like I thought, a bell of reminder rings.

"Hi, remember me? I thought I lost you but you came back for me after all". By now I should know that tears cannot exist because it didn't, panting, I ran out of breath. Endlessly aching, unconsoled.

daed sgniht

 

I'm so low I could do a 10 minute free-fall off the edge of a dime...

Never mind the amount of audacity I had to challenge gods free-will to protect, serve and cater to his faithful believers. The will to live is adjacent to my strength as fragility is too visible to conceal.

Bulletproof, the human body is designed to withstand all sorts of harm, it's designed to conquer and dominate. It heals itself so we could feel better, on the outside to you to everyone.

Unwind a few years back before all creative efforts was derided, there were these few good years I thought I had it good. That somehow neon bright lights, birds chirping, strangers smile was what I needed to get by. 

Things went for the twisted turns when you thought you had life figured out, as though I plunged into the ocean like I couldn't face another day, in this case another breath. Diving deeper seemed to be conclusively attractive. 

As far as one could go, I glared down at me wondered how I got this far how much I had conquered. Dying now proves much effort to stay alive for someone else. 

Who'd that be.