Unbeknownst

A Story by Char

Feelings

The contrasting combinations of my intellect have formulated into its own field of unknown. Somehow I always find a way to conflict the latter and deepen the rifts of lacking adult grievances. Vitals are not needed and the excess is needed, perhaps more than any soil. The oasis of pity has built a valley of paradise for me. As it is taken away, the more I am lost. No one does actually care, why is it so black and white, so old, so similar? Am I the only anarchist to build my own temple of truth, one that lacks sham? Why must the towner fall upon the helpful and the terror always settles in? I have no idea what I actually desire. I live for the present, gathering all the possible happiness I posses, perhaps I hoard it. I live for the finished product, not the journey. Perhaps I do everything wrong like they tell me, but in my composition it is exactly what is desirable. Smells intoxicate the present, bringing as the friction flows under the snow, a deepness of the past. Whatever the past has approprately brought, I seek to find it. Not find it, discover it, over use all compromising parts into my own elements that will be drawn upon at my own desire. A cunning flap of a hand will bring me everything.

© 2012 Char

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Somebrownnerd

I do not know what you expect in your reviews (constructive criticism, or feelings towards the piece), as far as a dialogue of who you are well-done. You did an excellent job at telling us: Why you do the things you do. What obstacles hinder you, and how you choose to go through them. You could polish you delivery a bit. Overall, it was very good piece!