A bitter taste is left when the pill dissolves. Those who decide to take it must swallow it raw. Do not wonder for too long before taking the black pill because its effects are not necessarily permanent. Loss comes the quickest. The trees, the meadows, the city streets all lose their beauty. Suffering is the most authentic aspect of existence.Continue reading “Swallowing the Black Pill”
Soulmates appear throughout life in various forms. An urge to confirm that random, chaotic events happen because of a greater plan is often comforting. More likely than not, you also heard of the idea that you might be some influential side character, or NPC (non-player character) in someone else’s story that helps with their character development. Who are real-life soulmates and how can we recognize them?Continue reading “Where can We Find our Soulmates?”
Here are three situations that happened to some Americans who visited Poland (not true). 😉
No matter how much I tried to shut my eyes, I just couldn’t fall asleep thanks to those racing thoughts for what was to come. There was also no doubt that stress sweat eventually took over. Bleh. I was so tired. My body and mind would eventually rest, but not now because there were too many nerves involved. And, I actually pulled a rare all-nighter. That morning was the first time I attended community college. Continue reading “The Youthful Roars of Community College”
Another twig inserted onto his flesh. The boy removed the object trivially and continuously ran as though life would be ripped away at any given moment. Not a single second was dedicated to stopping track among the dense woods. “Come out guys!” screamed the boy in a hoarse voice. Then, the running suddenly stopped. Continue reading “The Babayaga and the Boy (Short Story)”
She, the wise old woman stares
at a former city with nightmares
left. Will good times ever return?
Or will this city forever burn?
She sees light of hope left
as armored ones fight with theft. Continue reading “Degraded Humility (Poem)”
What would I do to be eighteen again? I belonged to a group that would inevitably fall apart by summer. They were high school exchange students.
After some contemplation, I finally made the choice to showcase my love of writing through opening up this blog. Creativity can be emotionally draining, annoying, or even physically painful after hours of hard work. Here are four ways to fail in the arts!