There she was in white, dancing with demons in the night. The moonlight kissed her in darkness. Embraced by both dark and light.
As I stood there and watched them move in synchronized moving parts.
With a smile on her face.
The delicacy that is happiness.
Her beauty, I just wanted a taste.
It could be fate we would meet again. But nothing is promised in such a dark place. Empty voids and empty space, Such a great distance.
Then she grabbed me by the arm and we embraced, Then she disappeared into the bleak of night. Left empty and dead inside.
The sun was radiant and bright, shining down on a sea of endless trees, like a stage light shining down on the stars of the show. Emphasising the brilliant collection of unique colors that nature brings. The birds sing their songs of nature, and the other animals seem to join in on this song. Everything played a part. It’s like personally witnessing the harmony of the natural world. There’s a delicate breeze ruffling through each individual leaf that adds to this tune like a pan flute. The river is glistening and clear like glass, you can see each fish swimming as if they were dancing. At this moment, I feel like a spectator of this grand show, where nothing else seems to matter.
It’s dark. There’s a Flash of a crimson light aiming at me. Its blinding, everything is blurred like trying to see through a thick cloud of never-ending smoke for eternity.
Suddenly, I begin to hear a loud ringing pericing my ear.
I hear a faint voice in the distance. It’s getting closer and slowly becoming louder.
“Hello everybody! And good morning! I’m your host Adam Washington Thank you for joining us on this morning. I am joined today by a survivor Hakan…”
“Whose voice is that? Who is it talking to? Who’s calling me?”
“Hakim Daher?” Says, the reporter.
“Yes. sorry about that. It is very early in the morning.” Hakan replies.
“That’s alright. We can all relate to that now, can we? I’m sure the viewers at home feel the same way. Ready to begin their day perhaps they are going to work. Now, is there anything you can tell us about the stuff going on back home Hakan?”
“Uhmm… Yea” says, Hakan figeting with his fingers and tapping his foot. Trying to gather his thoughts.
“It’s the genocide of my people mothers, children, fathers, people of all kinds not just soldiers are being killed.”
“Please tell us more Hakan. I heard you were blinded by an explosion is that true? What happned?”
“Honestly, I do not remember much from the incident… It it happened so fast. I was playing with other kids. We were kicking the soccer ball around. Then, then sirens rang loudly to warn us of the incoming bombardment. We couldn’t take cover. A bomb exploded near us, I don’t even know who survived and who didn’t. The debis from the bomb blinded me. I woke up and I couldn’t see a thing. Just muffled voices. I couldn’t pinpoint where the voices were coming from. It sounded chaotic. I heard cries, screams, and panic. I was so shocked, I couldn’t even cry. Although I really wanted to.”
“Wow! How tragic”. The reporter says.
What else can you tell us about the tragic events that unfolded that day? Or before the war?”
Choked up Hakan pauses again trying to gather his thoughts.
Hakan takes a deep breath.
“Before the war, there were things being said on the news. Warning of rising tensions…
The blaring beeps of an alarm “Hey get up already! Help your brother get ready for the Mosque Please! Hakim”. Says, the mother. “Ugh, do we have to?” Hakim replies
“Yes! You know we have to go pray. Please stop questioning. Forgive my son for he does not know.” whispers the mom to herself.
“Fine! I’m sorry Mom give me a few minutes.” Says Hakim.
It was a Friday morning the skies were grey, and it seemed like it would rain however, rain was not in the forecast. In fact, it said it would be sunny but, it was chilly. Something felt off. I just couldn’t wrap my head around what was. Like when you get the awkward feeling of being in danger? Like when someone is looking at you for long enough you can just feel their presence. I don’t know, it’s just a bizarre feeling of unease. that is how I was feeling stepping into the Mosque. It was dead silent as if the world had stood still. It was time for prayer. But, There was a lot of noise outside that disrupted our prayer but, we tried to continue to finish. Suddenly, the door was forcefully opened with such force the hinges of the door surely broke. The doors loudly smacked the walls. We all look back… A flash of red lines fired at multiple places at once. It looked as if lasers were being pointed at us ricocheting from wall to wall. The smell of fiery smoke spreads across the mosque like gas. People were jumping on their children to shield them. Others tried to run but were stopped and beaten by batons wielded by officers. I saw a man in uniform pointing his gun right at me. He pulled the trigger and my father jumped in front of me hugging my brother and me tightly to where I felt like I couldn’t breathe. With his back turned towards the man. He looked me right in the eyes with his glowing red eyes. He was trying not to cry. I could tell. He didn’t want us to panic. He didn’t want us to know he had been shot. Everything was happening so fast. I hadn’t had the time to process everything and cry. I was in a state of shock. I felt paralyzed. My body was numb. I felt like I was dreaming. I couldn’t hear a thing.
Then, suddenly I began to hear the screaming of hundreds of people. The sounds of terrorizing agony. The crying of many children and adults in attendance. I saw my mother running towards us and a bullet pierces through her skull, stopping her instantly as she stumbled down on the floor. I began to cry right away. MAMAHHHHH!!!! I tried to run towards her but my father kept holding on to me and my brother tightly so as to obscure our vision.
We all want something. Its in our nature, To want, to desire. I want everything I don’t yet have. I want it bad. It has become the only essence of my existence. I want the money, the freedom that comes with it. But I can’t afford it. I can’t afford freedom. I can’t afford to live in this world that continues to deprive me of this.
I’m a failure, I won’t become anything. I’m a loser and undeserving. I hate myself. I hate this life. It’s unfair. Life is tough. I want and want but it’s never enough.
There’s always more. That is why there is war, Internally and externally. I’ve become my own worst enemy. The pressure, the expectation I’m going crazy.
Desire is unattainable, It’s the root of Man’s greed. A greed which is never satisfied. We are born wirh desires, They helps us strive Yet, it can also be our demise. Eyes always on what we don’t possess. Thats where the problems arise.
Fixation on what we lack. No happiness comes from that. Life is short Enjoy it, it never gets easier that’s just life. be greatful for what you do have. Enjoy all things big and small that make up what it means to be alive. And your world becomes much more joyous Because desire can destroy us.
Life isn’t easy, In fact it’s harder than it is easy. You see, Life isnt equal in any regard. People’s circumstances differ. Which leads to different outcomes, Whether they indulge in liquor To ease the pain quicker, Or in other drugs That momentarily alter reality.
Escape is necessary. Yet, there’s not many escapes. The hardest thing is living, Most of us simply exist.
The older you get the more you understand, That ignorance is bliss.
As a child, at your most ignorant Sheilded by the harsh realities Living in the fantasies of your imagination.
I wish i could go back and live in those fantasies where time seems to stand still.
I feel like time seems to run out alot more quicker as you age, And memories seem to fade.
You almost have no time to do anything anymore working like a slave.
*opens up X
What’s happening? The election is coming fast and all these candidates absolutely suck! Why should we vote if we’re not convinced? We should boycot and just not vote. What’s the worst that can happen? If its already all shit. 🤷♂️
*post
“I should go to bed instead of endlessly scrolling through instagram and tiktoks. I have my 8am class tomorrow and it’s already 11:46. Not to mention finals are approaching. Let me set my alarm before I forget.”
*alarm rings
“Ugh… 6:40am its so early. I wish I could sleep a little more but with traffic I wont make it in time.”
“Wait… what the fuck… thats a whole lot of retweets. What the hell is going on? No fucking way! My tweet is trending right now But I mean… I guess that proves me right that people agree. Damn! this is a trip! Boycot Elections is actually trending #1 in the United States. I’m fucking dead bro. No wonder my shit is blowing up right now.
*turns car on Bzzzzzzzzbzzzzzzzbzzzzzzz
“Damn! My phone is still blowing up this is crazy they keep inturpting my song. Let me put it on DND.”
*a few moments later
“Finally! I arrived and i’m early the classroom hasnt even opened yet. But what a way to start a crazy ass morning.”
“Chris!! Whats up chris?”
“Whats up Frank! You’re here early you’re usually late hahaha.”
“Yea but I seen your tweet bro that shit is crazy how it blew up. It became a whole movement online haha. I tried to call you this morning but I seen you were on DND when you didn’t answer i tried to text you.”
“Nah yea dude my phone was blowing up shit was mad annoying. Like bruh it’s 6 in the morning i’m like half asleep still. And my shit was just beeping and buzzing non-stop. Which is crazy because its not like it was the first time i’ve posted shit about the government sucking major balls. Like everyone knows they suck. And I don’t even have a large following so I never expected this.”
“Yea bro it’s crazy you never know what will happen with the internet. Stuff just sticks sometimes. Do you think people will actually follow through with it?”
“Not voting? I mean what’s the worst that can happen? Its never happened before.”
“True! You think the media will come after you? If they can pinpoint the start of the movement? Haha”
“Hmmm… what are they going to do? I didn’t do anything wrong but they better not. Because that sounds so annoying. I don’t even want to start thinking about it. But hey maybe since im famous now we won’t have to take the final haha there’s bigger issues in hand haha because we’re forsure not ready.
“Look check this out! Hands the phone to Chris.
“People are burning and destroying the voting stations that’s wild. That answers my question people are actually taking it serious.” Says, Frank
“Ohh shit!! That’s crazy as fuck. I would have never imagined my dumbass tweet would cause something like this. But at the same time it’s about time. Something needs to change let’s see what they do about it. Dude imagine a civil war breaks out ? Over a fucking tweet? Just imagine the history books talking about it. I don’t know if thats a diss to how stupid we are or how woke we have become haha.
“It sure seems like a possibility now. I wonder if the professor has seen it maybe that’s why she’s running a little late.”
“Probably at this point I wouldn’t know who hasn’t seen it. It’s possible the whole class has seen it.”
The desert’s silence held ancient Whispers of a civilization long lost. Remnants of past times long forgotten. Life once florrished here, Now burried under the sand. Green as far as the eyes can see, Fresh air provided by the endless trees breathe. Where man and nature lived in harmony. History suggests that Man got too greedy and fought countless battles over power and cities. Perhaps that is why this land became a desert. Deserted. For no man to survive in it. It’s sobs echo throughout. She sobed so much she dried herself out. She’s no longer happy permanently deserted No signs of life insight. So much for mankind.
Deep within the shadows lurks a figure In a dirty white dress. Her weeps echo through the forest where the abandoned house stands. The rumor is she was murded by her husband and burried her under the house. He was a an infamous cereal killer. The tried to hitchhike with his clothes of blood. Supposedly he was never picked up. Someone said they seen him walking passed the house and everytime this figure runs away weeping. They say her face is decompsed once she lifts her veil. To show her face to her victims because she thinks they are him. She takes them away never to be seen. Countless people have been reported missing in the area but without a trace.
The wife of the old man that lives in my street died a year ago. She used to water her garden Every morning. I remember the day she stopped appearing.
The old man sat outside in the exact same spot as his wife. In his old age struggling to keep her flowers alive. Consumed by grief But he always tried. Sometimes he would sit There for hours Staring at those flowers. Perhaps remembering How happy his wife was Watering them every morning. Looking at the bed of flowers She created. Where life surely flourished.
It seemed as if she poured her remaining life into that garden. The last remaining droplets of her living passion before dying. A passion for life. It was beautiful, It was suitable for the beautiful life she must have lived. It thrived, Like a toddler with a loving mother. The full spectrum of color.
Since the passing of the old man It has become a bed of dead flowers. Faded to black and falling apart. A victim of time which eventually overpowers and devours the power of love. What a tragedy is mortality. I really hope somewhere out there, there’s an encore. So they can embrace once more.
Fallen petals of the dead roses As the curtain closes. THE END to the chapter of their story. Memento Mori.
Its the holiday season But I can’t seem to shake this feeling. On this day, I lost somone close to me Whose name I rather not say. The pain remains far too great. It sucks when you realize bad things Can happen to good people. What happens to those who are evil? Why dont they suffer? Where is the justice? On the surface it seems they are far better off than those who choose the path thats rightous.
I dont believe in the narrative that they will he punished at the end by some all powerful entity for all of eternity.
There is no afterlife. Thats a fabrication made by man To ease their mind when they die. The fear of death haunts mortals. They’re afraid, So they pray, as they await the only true certainty.
As you take your final breath, And the light begins to fade from your eyes And everyone you left behind cries. Suddenly things will become silent And there is no defying it.
The harder you fight the more painful So why cling on to it? when its unjust and full of lies in disguise of truths.
I guess if you think about it, It’s not so sad, It ‘s better to be dead than misled, and miserable. If its truth that you value This world would devour you.
