The Stories

Where is Home?

He had thoughts of this place where he would be at ease. He would occasionally find himself in these places but it never really quite happened. This knocked him out once in a while and it cast a deep shadow over who he was. There was light at the end of the tunnel though as he knew quite a lot about himself and maybe he did like the difference; he actually did. His life is something else…

His problem was brought about by how it affected the others. Their reactions really pushed him and maybe he was overreacting but then again, he is who he is. The mixed feelings make all the difference. He hopes they can be patient enough to understand what is happening but he cannot blame them if they don’t. They will unfortunately be the ones that came and went…

He found himself with them but in as much as he tried his best he always managed to get lost. He would disappear and go far away leaving them behind. There would be pointers that sought to bring him back but somehow many were the times they went past him. It surely was difficult to deal with him and that is why he can only recognize those that get over the hurdle…

He is happy most of the times when he’s alone but at times he wishes there were others around him. He also enjoys himself when he’s with others but at times he wishes he was back alone. These are the intrigues that surround him and he is forced to ask himself where he belongs. Where is home?

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Take Me Away

He’s been to all these places and he’s experienced the difference. He remains in one place though – under one roof. The different places have all kinds of experiences. This is brought about by the different people there and their varying actions, the different sights and scenes, the different sounds of the day and night, the different vibes and moods…He surely does prefer certain places to others but he still finds himself in these other places and he knows they help him too…

At that particular moment in time he was at one of his favorite spots. This liking was influenced by the soothing sounds, the fresh air, the crystal clear and wider view; the bigger picture. He loved every moment of it. His flow of thought was quite fluid. Woe unto you…

There was the world out there, where he was, and that is where there was a problem. He saw the power of the enemy whose influence was great and he had managed to get a huge following. His followers spread the evil – how unlike themselves they were becoming. They turned on themselves and as always divide and conquer was the way…

That was a place he always tried to keep distance from. He did not want to become them for he knew he would do it so profoundly. The wrath that would be unleashed would have a devastating effect. As such the challenge remained keeping away. Take him away. Take me away from here…

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The Near Brushes…

There were different situations criss-crossing all over his mind. He saw those scenarios and at times he was pushed to have pity on himself. He was placing a heavy burden on himself and the thought of succumbing to the pressure is frightening. He played along the verge of collapse…

If he relents, it would deal a big blow to him. The rued chances would be a constant addition to his pain. He was experiencing first hand his own doing. He managed to become an active target and they were all focused on him. He was being attacked in every possible way and the threat was becoming real…

He was still in there in spite of all and so there was hope for a lifeline. Those were the battles of his stature. If only they knew, he thought to himself. This also helped him figure out a few things. He can manage because it is the way it is for him and only him. He simply can’t be compared; no one else can foot the bill…

The attacking forces are really powerful. They come with all their might – proof of the daunting task that lay ahead. They throw in their hits and they manage to get a considerable number of clean shots. He is greatly affected but the subsequent recovery always comes with its gifts…

He remains on the path of affliction bound with some moments of pleasure as well. He looks forward to a fulfilling ultimate result. This is all the while as he faces the near brushes…

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The Distance

He pushed it much further by continuing to become himself. He was surely distant and that entailed being alone most of the time. If it were not him things might have been different – how easy it is to fall. He moves on as problems lurk at the distance…

The distance provides privilege for him. He stands to be counted. He is among the few and he cannot afford to be overwhelmed by it. The learning process is quite trying but the knowledge that comes from it is comforting. He embraces the distance keeping in mind that the consequences will always be there either way. He’s made his choice…

He takes a look from the other side and he sees the others. They see him as well and they look intently at him with a lot of questions on their minds. He too can have his own questions from time to time. Unlike poles do attract and as such the vibes brought about by the distance become interesting to him…

He acknowledges their presence as they help him realize where he is. He is where he belongs and the potential is what scares us all. It still is the motivation and he thus forges ahead. He does his best and he’s doing well. He has kept his distance…

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Black and White

He was around and the focus was on him. He’s causing quite a stir and the topic is interesting. He sees their interest in him and it excites him. He still manages to keep the distance though. He desires love but there he is running away from it. It was all in black and white for him…

He came across beautiful birds that made him feel alive. (You should see him when he’s around them) He loved their company but then again seemed to love his company much better. He was aware of this and it surely disturbed him as it was the catalyst for this. These were the intricacies of his black and white…

He couldn’t understand why it was always only him. He felt lonely I guess but he still managed to survive and put a smile on his face. He moves along with the love scenes. He tries his best and whatever is picked up carries the day. He knows of the confusing nature of his actions and as such they provide invaluable entertainment for him. These same actions might be the stumbling block but what does he do? You would be forgiven to think that he does not know what he wants…

He really can’t help it. It is what is happening. It is beyond him. He sees what he does but what else can he do? He is a mere spectator. He finds himself alone again and maybe he prefers it like that or maybe not but it is where he is…

He continues with his actions which hold vital information retrievable only if you take a closer look. He has to keep moving. There is nothing else to do. He can only hope that they rise above the black and white…

After Thoughts

There’s always one thing and the other

There are two sides to the same coin

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