I Held Hard

My head is killing me, and I've been feeling nauseous all day. It seems I am imbalanced, which is natural. But, how does responsibility of life and society never seem to move in the same direction as emotional responsibility?

Being in love many times over, if it's the same tune, I still don't know the finale. I never get that part of the song right...

Story of your my life

You may know everything and still not understand anything.

In Waiting

Is it more terrible a thing to feel the eyes of vultures upon you, or that this feeling is merely paranoia unshakable?

But not in the living room.

She found a wall in the way of her path, where smooth paving had given way to loose chunks of gravel and the machinations of weeds.

Strange, she thought, placing her hand against the wall, one cannot end a journey this way.

The wall was warm to the touch, paper-husk rough with more cracks and etchings than baked claybed; it smelled not unpleasantly of pungent earth. With a gentle push it yielded with the faintest wobble, but did not give open. Scraping and kicking were to no avail, and when night came with its dark cloak, the girl curled up against the warmth of the wall and, perplexed, fell to sleep.

It was when the chill of morning crept in that she woke, and feeling the faint heat emanating from the wall, pressed further against it. This time it pressed back.

She sprang to her feet in terror, stumbling back from the fingers of dawn, rubbing her elbows in the cold. And then she began to laugh. For there before her lay the entire majesty of an elephant, whose neck she scratched at gratefully as she circled round it and continued on her way.