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Quetzaloe
Level 70
The Tactician
Joined: 10/23/2013
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Posts: 821
Posted: 11/6/2018 at 3:50 PM Post #1
Don't mind this. Sometimes typing out blurbs just makes me feel better.
Quetzaloe
Level 70
The Tactician
Joined: 10/23/2013
Threads: 48
Posts: 821
Posted: 11/6/2018 at 3:54 PM Post #2
1.

She arched her back, feeling her own spine grit and pop. The teacher droned on, and she stared at her notebook, feeling lost. She never had been one for biology. Nor for sitting still.

Her eyes felt dry, her hands too still. It made her feel old and sore.

When finally the class was through, she quickly packed and left the room, like the devil was on her heels. The air outside was cool, bordering on cold, and the night was black. A few people loitered about, many looking displaced, but none seeming especially dangerous. The wind picked up to comb through her hair as she made her way to the car as slowly as possible.

She wished she were somewhere else. Just as dark. Just as cool. But much more quiet.
Elsbie
Level 71
High Priest
Joined: 7/14/2013
Threads: 15
Posts: 209
Posted: 11/14/2018 at 9:52 PM Post #3
Wow, that's beautifully written. But are you okay?
Quetzaloe
Level 70
The Tactician
Joined: 10/23/2013
Threads: 48
Posts: 821
Posted: 11/17/2018 at 8:22 PM Post #4
Yes, I'm fine, thank you. (Sorry, been a bit busy and forgot to respond.) Writing is really just kind of like a therapy. Free writing just allows me to blurb out words that are stuck in my head.
Quetzaloe
Level 70
The Tactician
Joined: 10/23/2013
Threads: 48
Posts: 821
Posted: 11/17/2018 at 8:28 PM Post #5
2.

Take heart. The silence is not your friend, and the world will be never-ending.

The fur of a kitten will feel soft against your fingertips, and the beating of your own heart will thrum softly. Felt at your pulsepoint.

The light will burn your corneas, and the longer you are in darkness the better you will adapt to see through it. This does not mean that the darkness is the place you belong.

This world is a balancing act. Like the scales of Justice, our hearts should not sway towards one nor the other. Is it truly best to live with our eyes down? No, because becoming part of the crowd does not mean balance.

Balance results from looking straight ahead.

"Pretend your body has a metal rod in it, and stay straight," he told me once.

He also told me that I had to turn my head to the side for breathing, but I doubt that applies here.
Elsbie
Level 71
High Priest
Joined: 7/14/2013
Threads: 15
Posts: 209
Posted: 11/18/2018 at 1:32 PM Post #6
Very nice! I'm glad to hear that you're alright. Again, it's beautiful writing. I just wanted to check on you. :) Writing really is therapy; I understand.
Quetzaloe
Level 70
The Tactician
Joined: 10/23/2013
Threads: 48
Posts: 821
Posted: 11/18/2018 at 5:10 PM Post #7
3.

She sat and watched. Snow fell so slowly, so softly, and the window fogged around her palm.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

Her face felt wet, but drying and itching, and she sniffled. The cat in her lap shifted, and with her spare hand she gently combed through the long cottony fur.

This was it.
Quetzaloe
Level 70
The Tactician
Joined: 10/23/2013
Threads: 48
Posts: 821
Posted: 12/9/2018 at 4:33 PM Post #8
4.

Anxiety sits like a snake, coiled in the pit of my stomach.

It sits it sits it sits.

It sits, occasionally shifting to remind me of it's existence.

I cannot I cannot I cannot.

I cannot remember how it came to be there, or how long it has lived coiled up in me.
And yet, the snake lives within me.
Occasionally, it's forked tongue flicks at my heart,
A silent sweet feather-tough, so light I almost don't realize what it is doing to me.

Sometimes sometimes sometimes.

Sometimes the snake hisses,
And I am afraid,
So I hide from it.

Anxiety sits like a snake, coiled around me as I try to live in the outside world.

And I am a mouse.
Ithyr
Level 35
Candy Dispenser
Joined: 8/20/2018
Threads: 34
Posts: 586
Posted: 12/10/2018 at 10:12 PM Post #9
Anxiety can go die in a hole
Quetzaloe
Level 70
The Tactician
Joined: 10/23/2013
Threads: 48
Posts: 821
Posted: 1/15/2019 at 4:59 PM Post #10
5.
I am screaming into a void.
It is a good void.
It is a lonely void.
But it listens to me, without judgement, without pity.


The real world is
Noisy
And is full of people
Screaming
And even more full of people trying to "help"

And sometimes they do.Sometimes.
But sometimes their help makes memushy.
And I cantstayawakecantfallasleepcantcrycantsmile don't like it.

But then I feel bad.
They're only human.
Humans are terrible listeners.
Becuase they always want to help
and I just want someone to listen


So I scream into the void.
It is a good void.
It is a lonely void.
And it listens to me.
Edited By Silverraven on 1/15/2019 at 4:59 PM.
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