#26

He had a strong compulsion, yet whenever he sat down to engage in it, the feeling fades away. The compulsion died. Swiftly.

#25

Writing writing writing. It's been my main compulsion today, not to pick up an instrument and belt out words from the bottom of my soul and notes flaming from my fingers, but to write. We can call this a snippet of a story, or we can call this 'blogging', it has structure. It does not follow like a stream of consciousness, and overall it is coherent.

Warm air contacted the cold, resulting in a mist. Footsteps, to a place in which relativity has proven to seem much longer than before. It was empty. Purely empty. Echoes of scarce voices filled the warm artificial atmosphere, primarily asking to vacate the premises and to move to another due to social protocol. Intoxicated by the haze that filled the centre of knowledge, blindly walking there.

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Intermission

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Laying down, the earpiece of song in one ear, unable to achieve the solemn rest so desperately wanted, as the haze poisoned and inflicted bias upon the centre of knowledge. Everything running through slowly, so very slowly, in a moment that felt like forever. Then it ended. Just ended.

#24

The longest sleep that was ever made, woken up with a rush of intense thoughts, hardly coherent and hardly sane. Preparing itself for a day of contemplation, thought and conjecture.

#23

I can never remember how many times I have glared to my left and seen the window and thought about whatever is on my mind. It's like a mirror of contemplation that turns black when the thoughts overtake me at night.

#22

He's developing old habits again. Ones that surely put him in such neurological danger, ones which inevitably caused deep scarring underneath. To go through it again was impossible, heck it was insane. Yet every action and every thought went through the cranium as he saw it as the most effective filter in weeding out any sort of irrationality that tried to get to his head. Either this filter is faulty or he's just stupid. I think the latter.

#21

Dreams haunted him, haunted him because they were things he didn't want to see, didn't want to imagine. The fight between the two raged on, with a clear winner. He just hopes the thoughts don't come back to him again, it was a low blow to attack in his sleep, an extremely low blow. Waking up with a terrible feeling. "Nice one subconscious" he said as he woke up.