Sentences

A school project i wrote, a free-writing assignment. I think it turned out really great. I tried going for the think-a-lot theme, and I think it succeded.

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1. Sentences

I get up from the ground, dizziness making me lose my balance, when I finally get to my feet, I look up, up at the moon, it's power is strong tonight, it distracts me from the mayhem, my life has become. Nevertheless I cannot dwell at its beauty, as I have work to do, I close my eyes and turn away, distractions are not allowed, not tonight. I do not know why, for my memories are destroyed, but I know what to do. I put my hands in the pockets of my long coat, and as I make my way away from the clearance in the woods, it flaps in the cold, but gentle wind, flowing through the dark forest, like the truth I can never hear.
Work to do, a mission to accomplish.
Can eyeless creatures blink?

As I make my way through the streets, a knife in my pocket, I start to realize, how little I want to do this. The scent of blood and pain is already all around, behind me, above me, to my sides, is it really necessary to have it in front of me too? But my mind is determined, the will to go on is strong, the curse must be lifted, or i'll never be free. Freedom is what I seek, surely thats worth something.
Define something,
Anything.

I feel them, the shadows, all around me, judging me for her screams, staring at me through unblinking eyes, that are not there, and yet I feel them blinking, hesitating, do they understand me? Do they feel the same as I do? The longing for freedom, do they understand, that it was worth her screams, her pain, to be free? I cannot tell, all I can do, is to hope that they understand, and bear their looks.
Jesus bore his own cross all the way to his execution.
So did I.

The fog is clearing along with my mind, the curse is falling of me, in thick streams of darkness threatening to break me, I cannot move, I cannot think, nor can I speak of my internal horror. It's desperate, holding on to me even though it knows I'm free. It feels like two cold hands are clamped around my heart with no intension to let go. As the pain grows I realize, theres something wrong, and it goes deep.
Plant cells have a hard shell, which is difficult to break down.
Interesting, right?

Why am I being tortured like this? What have I done wrong? Theres nothing in my history that could justify this. I have done nothing wrong. Why can it not understand? I do not deserve this, I am not meant for such enthrallment. Why is it, that i'm being punished, for something somebody else did. It makes no sense, nothing makes any sense. The hard shell around my heart remains, it will never let go, I will never be free.
What can i do for you?
Curses are like plants.

Screams, screams all around, a shower of dark liquid mixed with the blood of the innocent. And I sit in it, quivering, as I feel it feeding, growing stronger and stronger. The wounds will not heal, and I feel, that I cannot keep going like this. The voices are growing stronger, women, infants, innocents, screaming at me from beyond their pitiful graves. The back of my eyelids show me nothing but their hollow eyes. I stretch out my arm, reaching for the light, but no light reaches here, I see now that I myself have banned it from these grounds, these dark corners of the world, of my mind?
Shadows only move when you do.
Why don't you go and tell them?


I am a master of disguise, I can deceive the crowd. I am a wreck, walking as though I'm still functional, as though I still know that theres a world outside the darkness of my mind. Surely they must see, that my eyes are as hollow, as the eyes who follow me. But no matter how far away I walk, it follows me. Anywhere I stand theres a shadow, a shadow that corrupts everything it touches, luckily it only touches me, Im the only one corrupt. I can feel my mind going blank, as I make my way through whatever suburban area that surrounds me. I no longer notice where i am, only my purpose still stands strong, strong as a mountain, atop which my fragile self balances. If this mountain crumbles so do I.
Acid destroys objects, as well as insanity does the mind.
Theres never really enough is there?

My knees buckle, as I try hard to stand, but the weight of the world is too much to bear. I fall back into my corner, my dungeon. I land between a woman and her child, they are looking at each other, their hollow eyes locked. Perhaps they can find peace that way. I get to my feet, my body shaking. I can see nothing but darkness, it's all that theres left, my head is spinning, and theres blood on my coat, it sits there, like a spider waiting for pray. I look up towards the exit, an exit I will never reach, what is up there, Freedom? Or just another curse? Maybe the shadows are just the place for me. Maybe I'm meant to stay down here, fulfilling my purpose for eternity.
I shall forever be happy.
Lies are like flowers.

The smoke rises, as the shadows burn, curling up in the scorching light of the eternal flame. I look only at the shadows, and neglect to look at the firewood, I had to use. The hollow eyes are still there, but I no longer care. The lives lost will stare me down for the rest of my life. For these deeds that i have done, cannot be forgiven. I must turn away from the eyes, as I am now. I turn my back to it, my feet carrying me away from the cold flames. It's a long walk, from the depths of my wrecked mind, to the light which I so foolishly blocked out. I feel it dripping off my hands, but even though my body is clean, my mind shall never be, their screams of horror will forever be imprinted in my head. As I climb the last few steps, a feeling flourishes in my stomach, one I have not felt in a long time, if I ever truly felt it. The fear still lies bolted to the inside of my head, but I know, that I shall never return to those dungeons of darkness, I will always stay in the light, even if the light will never touch me, I shall be contempt with seeing it, so close as if I could touch it. My feet step out of the darkness, my body follows, and as I raise my hands, smiling, a new shadow is created, one so subtle you never notice it, one so natural you never doubt it. But as I turn to have a last look at my past, I see it, and i scream. I will never be free.
Every day is a new day.
The world keeps spinning.

Theres never enough. Tears fall from my eyes, and I scream in pain. The trees that surround me, looks as though their satisfied, so peaceful they stand quiet. In these woods everything is quiet. Not the sound of my feet, nor the sound of my screams, reach my ears. The plants turn into a blur, as my feet carry me on faster than ever before. I have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I no longer have a purpose, and as the mountain crumbles, what I thought, had become a strong mind, crumbles with it. I have no sane thoughts left. I can feel the cold but gentle wind, urging me on. I fall, my foot caught i a particularly sticky shadow. I close my eyes, it is all over.
Have you ever seen the sign for infinity?
It continues.

I get up from the ground, dizziness making me lose my balance, when I finally get to my feet, I look up, up at the moon, it's power is strong tonight, it distracts me from the mayhem, my life has become. Nevertheless I cannot dwell at its beauty, as I have work to do, I close my eyes and turn away, distractions are not allowed, not tonight. I do not know why, for my memories are destroyed, but i know what to do. I put my hands in the pockets of my long coat, and as I make my way away from the clearance in the woods, it flaps in the cold, but gentle wind, flowing through the dark forest, like the truth you can never hear.
Work to do, a mission to accomplish.
Eyeless creatures can blink.
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