The Unknown: part 3The pain started to dim down just as the aches I had once felt all over my body no longer seemed to hurt my physical being as much. I breathed gradually as my mind began wandering throughout the years of my life, the memories I thought I had lost. Everything went black from there, escaping from my sight just as the pupils from my eyes did. I was dieing and yet I was smiling with relief as my body suddenly felt lifted from the cursed life I dwelled in. Everything that use to matter, didnt seem as useful anymore, in fact, they seemed just as useless as everything else about the world.
For once, I felt like the pain would stop, and only my happiness would grow in the lifeless body I would probably left behind. That my existence would end and life would continue just as perfectly as it did, before I tarnished it.
What would they think? The people who pretended to hold me dear? What would they think when they finally gazed upon my lifeless body?
I felt like I could ha
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Shira! they yelled from their position hoping that maybe perhaps whomever they were searching for would answer back and run into the comfort of their worried arms.
Wretches I couldnt help but mutter softly through the anger that infuriated me. I was black with rage as I clenched my teeth and flung my body forward into an uncontrollable haste. I wanted to get away, to destroy whoever they were looking for, to kill, to erase her from this tarnished world. But I knew I didnt have it in me, that the girl would continue to live, misunderstood and hurt by the welcoming arms those voices belonged to. I wanted to die, but the possibility seemed improbable especially as the sun continued to watch me. It was like as if it was telling to go back, to return to my former life, that they didnt mean any harm.
The sun, it wanted me to go back, go back to the people who I thought I could trust, the people I thought who loved me but they pr
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It didnt occur to me at the time, as I ran through that forest that I was never escaping the monster I thought I left behind. The truth seemed to squeeze the life out of me as I continued to run desperately from it.
I choked from the lack of breath I couldnt inhale and panted in large gasps for oxygen. It was hot and the presence of the blazing sun seemed to loom directly over me. I perspired from its overwhelming power and da**ed the heat in its pursuit to stop me. But it didnt, instead, I took a short stop in the middle of the forest. It was surrounded by trees, oak trees to be more accurate. It looked like a small sanctuary when I first noticed the area spotting the occasional gray squirrel and crows when I first arrived. Of course, like all things of nature, they scurried away before I got to close.
I looked at my surroundings noticing spots of bare ground and carvings into the nearby trees. I walked up closer to get a bett
The Artist's secretThe Artists Secret
Is not simply a bunch of connected lines,
Placed onto a flat surface
And then labeled as art
It is not initiative to convey a moment in time,
Or even to impress another
It is the complexity,
Of ours minds stretched across infinite space and,
The unexplainable road,
That leads to the image exposed before us
It is the moment we lay our pencils on paper,
That take a sacred movement known only to instinct itself,
That puts us,
Into a moment of control and,