Posted by: Adriel on: August 31, 2008
Life isn’t about getting all the answers, is it. It’s about having unanswered questions hanging in your head, having conclusions you have no idea how you got, being on journeys without any real destination in mind. And of course, not knowing when you’re going to die. Actually, some do. We just don’t want to face [...]
Posted by: Adriel on: August 29, 2008
Ouch ouch ouch. Get well soon Adriel. So much to do and so little time. – You wake up one morning, just like any other morning, feels the same, but not quite the same. You look around, you’re in some sort of high tech institution. Like a vault. An underground vault. The nuclear war wiped [...]
Posted by: Adriel on: August 26, 2008
I am an asshole. on your elbow.
Posted by: Adriel on: August 25, 2008
I am the sillouette by the doorway, I am the shadow under the moonlight, I am the shady being in the basement, the obscene lust that’s out of sight, I am the little boy, under and beneath, I am the little girl, prim and proper. I am the Devil’s advocate, I am God’s Archilles’ heel, [...]
Posted by: Adriel on: August 24, 2008
Lives ending one minute at a time. Wait, no. Some lives are ending an hour at a time. Or more, or less. Once again, a measure. Does it matter? If the end result is the same, does the process matter? One mathematics teacher would tell me to try solving the problem any way i can, [...]
Posted by: Adriel on: August 23, 2008
Life is as certain as death. Everyone faces death sometime in their life. Plants, animals, people. Every living thing. Sometimes, even non-living things. Death. Death isn’t always physical. People are somewhat like ideas, different and alive. We die, like ideas die in people’s minds. Like going to a support group for cancer where everyone else [...]
Posted by: Adriel on: August 23, 2008
Photograph by Timothy Allen Going to church in the past, if there’s one thing I’ve learnt about people, they disappoint. Yes, the old and very much overused saying that nobody is perfect comes into mind. It sowed a seed in my mind, and through the days,weeks and months, that seed developed. And the belief that [...]
Posted by: Adriel on: August 21, 2008
I have got to get some sleep. Yes, I’m back! Finally, with an update. I couldn’t, and probably, still can’t think of anything to write about. I’d think it’s because my thoughts are all messed up and my beliefs are shaken. You tell yourself you need some good, healthy sleep, and you’re tossing and turning [...]
Posted by: Adriel on: August 18, 2008
Sometimes I think a title itself is sufficient, for me to say what I want to. No more talking, just doing. Please don’t make it hard for me, I’m trying. “Empty what is full. Fill what is empty. Scratch what itches.” – Dieter Dengler
Posted by: Adriel on: August 18, 2008
Better a bitter truth than a sweet lie.
Posted by: Adriel on: August 17, 2008
Part 5 here. Or you could click ‘It’s no generation’ under ‘stories’ on the nav bar >> – Tuesday came, but not him. She stood in the rain, looking around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the boy. He never turned up. She felt like crying, but for some reason, she didn’t. The girl with [...]
Posted by: Adriel on: August 15, 2008
First attempt at writing a love poem. – Dearest love, I could say I love you so, But you’ve heard that before, I could say you’re the love my life, but you already know that. I would say you’re the apple of my eye, an angel in disguise, a miracle so true, but you are [...]
Posted by: Adriel on: August 15, 2008
Do you ever wonder, if our memories are implanted, and that this day, today, could be the first day of our life? That everything that we ‘remember’ doing, is pre-set in our minds. Do you ever wonder if we’re stuck in time, in a day, and we’re going through the same day over and over [...]
Posted by: Adriel on: August 13, 2008
” No sir, our company doesn’t allow that. ” , his voice shaky, ” Yes sir, you’re going to have to fill out another form before we can carry out the order.“ It wasn’t so much of asking for a punch, but he got it anyway. The brutes in this neighbourhood hated routines and ‘systems’ [...]
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