Stream of Consciousness
Title: The Choice of Weapons: A Battle of Hearts
Story: In the heart of every conflict lies a choice—a choice of weapons. These weapons are not forged of steel or iron but are born from within. Words and actions, compassion and cruelty, love and indifference; these are the true tools of our battles, and they shape the outcomes of our lives.
By Fannick😇about a year ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 頭痛
I woke up with a complete migraine and the shits. Which was kind of good because my diet hasn't been going very well. I do look slimmer in the mirror, if I look at my belly and stuff.... not so much my arms but, it shows on the scale I have gained 2 lbs which is making me feel so many ways.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Confessions
Confession Of A Bitter Boy
What a sad state of affair... Pretty much all I remember of my mother, are these unending moments before bed, as I laid quietly, expectedly, tucked in. She would sing softly her songs, each word imprinting on me in the complete darkness, her voice, the only thing existing, magic yes.
By YonathanJabout a year ago in Confessions
A Soldier's Keepsake
In a small town tucked away in the Midwest, old men gathered at a local diner every Saturday morning. They called themselves the "Veterans’ Breakfast Club," a tradition that had started decades ago when they first returned from war. These men, now with silver hair and faces etched by time, came together not just to share coffee and toast but to relive memories that connected them in a way no one else could understand.
By RKabout a year ago in Confessions
On survival.
On survival. The question of existence still haunts me in the silence of the stillness that loneliness brings with it. To be or not to be, to exist in the coexistence of dualistic forces, to dance with the uncertainty or to play it along the periphery, what I hold certain, has always questioned me, bemoaned me. Truth be told, I beheld the cry for help when its absence called in silent whispers around the blanket of dwelling and absconded its abundant presence over me. There is a painting that traces the bits of serenity in my life, the colors that adorn the hues of the almighty run deep through the veins of my soul to find the brevity of pain. I glance at the picture of Lord Krishna, reminiscing the days that passed by. Darkness sets its sterility in the brimming light of today, as the dawn of today paints itself in the colours of the dusk of yesterday.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
Querencia- The place where I draw my strength.
Querencia- The place where I draw my strength. To be or not to be, to thrive or just be merely alive to survive, is a question I have often pondered upon. What does being alive mean? Does it mean extrapolating in the exteriors of materialistic drawls, of forging in an existence that is concealed with the perfectionism of having it all?
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
Why We Fake Smiles After Layoffs: The Absurdity of Fear
It was as if my mind was building a fortress of absurdity, a shield to deflect the impending emotional storm. But the storm arrived anyway, disguised as a debilitating cold. My skills are in high demand, finding a new gig should be a breeze. But instead, I'm adrift in a sea of internet browsing, naps, and endless snacking. My actions, or rather inaction, baffle even me.
By Tina Shishmanabout a year ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 水瓶座
I woke up so early this morning. My mind feels empty compared to the chaos of yesterday in my mind. I can tell when my mind/bipolarness is affecting me when my notes get all jumbled. Luckily it was just one page but, I can't afford to channel all the different spirits hovering over me. Maybe I am all clear this morning because I saged yesterday? This morning, I am just by myself, listening to Jimmy on Youtube.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Confessions
Fear
I woke up and saw that my friend Charlie is starting a travelling blog and I’m jealous. I’m jealous because she is 1, going away and travelling which I would love to do if I had the money and no cares / worries etc and 2, because she has a reason for a blog…!
By Matthew Granthamabout a year ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 敵. Content Warning.
His face glowed in the dark. I wondered if it was from radiation or he is just some sort of starseed. In the dark, his face changed so many times. I saw so many things in the dark. It was like communing with a djinn. All I thought was, it is better to be connected to him. I saw the faces of the past, maybe faces of the future? Really, what is wrong with a handsome man in my bed even if his spirit might not be human? I too also feel my bloodline... This time it was different. He used to fuck me so hard it would hurt but, we just melted into each other this time. He gave me so many kisses.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Confessions
An ode to imposter syndrome
An ode to imposter syndrome Self-worth and self-belief are the two sides of the same coin. We all have seeds of self-doubt planted within us, either from our inner limiting beliefs, trauma or negative projections of other people’s opinions. It is hilarious how we place our self-esteem in the hands of others with ease and then find ourselves in the labyrinth of negative perceptions of ourselves or dwindling confidence in our abilities. Life is a paradox, to heal you must be hurt, amid the most massive of pain and breakdown lies the most eminent breakthrough you would ever receive. If you want confidence and faith in your abilities, you must swim through the turbulent ocean of self-doubt and insecurity.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
