Robert wren
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My screaming will drown out every conceivable thing in the universe
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Unwelcoming Date with Fate
“Ding-Ding-Ding”, Rang the, repetitive, jingle of my alarm clock; that sung it’s consistently annoying tune. Tearing me, abruptly, back into consciousness, every morning. But not today, I’ve been awake for hours, staring at my ceiling, laying in a pool of the cold sweats I've accumulated over the night; inconclusively caused by either anxiety, or my body not knowing what to do with the half a bottle of NyQuil I downed. Today was the two year anniversary of when I lost him, and just so happens to be an unfortunate arrangement that the first date I’ve had since then, shares the day. Serendipity? Or perhaps a sign that maybe I’m not ready, a mental trial so vigorous, that the jury decides to convict Coincidence, the culprit that we use to convince ourselves that we’re over analyzing. Last week, when the man approached me, I felt almost hypnotized into saying yes, There was this weird conscious gravitational pull of captivity, that somewhat allured me into agreeing. In hindsight, he wasn't conventionally attractive. Though, at the time, that wasn’t even a factor I'd sacrifice a thought for.
By Robert wren 5 years ago in Humans
Through the Eyes of the Subjugated
As per usual I was there; in that godforsaken bar just like any other morning. Wasting away like most other Nocturnal Dipsomaniacs that frequented the place did. The clock read 3:14 A.M, but all I knew was the sun was nowhere in the sky and I’d only been awake for a couple of hours. My attention lied fixated on the ceiling fan that had one loose screw that made it vigorously shake above the other occupants; I’d like to think I was always watching out of fear, just in case. But maybe I was hoping; Hoping that one of these days it would just give, under all that strenuous motion.
By Robert wren 5 years ago in Humans
