lightsbrokenheart666

I am having a tough time uploading this so here is my new short story, I will edit later.

    Does anyone know the feeling of falling, while you are sitting, I do. I fall into the place between ours and theirs, it's so strange. It frightens me a bit, but I love it all the same. I can't go when I want it, the emotions that are birthed by the day, drag me with them as they escape.
    I remember my first visit well. I was just sitting at my desk during school, then the only girl I will ever love Frida, she stirded towards me. Her hair a alluring off black with strands of her original honey blond hair swaying to the beat of the silent air. Her russian features shone with a beauteous that nearly stole the very essence of my life, from the breath that I feared would flee.
    My breathed stayed and Frida came she did as she came for and stayed not a moment longer. She placed the light charcoal heart stone, that was created to balance oneself.  It yearned for her, but since it had come from my presence, she wished for no contact with it. Funny since she was glad to take what ever I could give before. But that was not the point now.
   My emotions distilled my brain and I rose calling her a bitch saying this was for her. My brain awoke moments too late, I sat and braced my self for the wrath to befall me. But my teacher could not see me; no one could see me. I wanted to run and take advantage of the invisibility at hand, but I knew nothing bout this force, not how it came upon me and certainly not how long it would last.
     I sat quietly, not more then a few seconds went by before I could be seen.  During lunch I tried once more,  with great success. I was taking to my friend, I had gotten bored and did not care to hear what she had to say, not caring if she heard I turned my head away. I saw the wind it had picked up it's force with joy I could talk to it. The wind had said nothing to me, I stood glued to my place enjoying the power that flowed from my element at the very seen scene. I was some how brought back to my self. I really didn't want to but I was.
       My first visits were frightening but now when I leave, nether in their world or mine. I feel release, no one who has touched my body has ever given me this release, not even my own mate. The one who I had once lavished with love and what I could offer. Sometimes I think of him to send me to the place; the place where nothing is felt. Where there is nothing to dream, hope want. There is only what lay before you, there is only the movement of your body. There is nothing else. There is no love; for love has no meaning.
         This is where you watch and learn, where you discover, this is where you walk. No one runs,  well since I am the one who travels the passages this place has built, I do not run. I have no where to go, I do not need to be any where why do I have to run? Why do I have to be any where?  
       All is clear when I am between them and us. Who is them, you do not need to know. It is better if you do not know. If you did then you would pass through place, but you not be able to grab the emotions that borders the plains and save thyself. You would only be swallowed by the them. What I say may still put you in harms way, but them are here only to eat and nothing else. What ever should seek them, they shall prepare a lovely room in their stomach. To keep you quiet as you pass into the next form of life. Energy, this I hope not to ever become.
       I hope to that who created the place, the border not give away my location, the body that roams the empty halls full of creatures. Ever step I take a chill breaks within me. For they linger, they are everywhere. Some become the water we drink, some become bugs that drink us, but most cling to our backs and wrap their bodies upon the walls and all that souround it. I have said too much. I can say no more of them, least you become their next meal.
       I need to flee now, my body is under attack by them. Soon I will have nothing to own, soon they will come for me. I must leave to the place, I shall not ever be seen again. Goodbye someday may someone find me. Someday may I feel something.

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I know this is crazy, but what if we imaged ourselves as two separate people, the preson made of emotions and has no interactions in the physical word, without the use of our solid form. Then the solid form, the one that realises on the preson made up of emotions. If we take a minute and observe ourselves from these two perspectives what could we learn, what could we do. What could we create with these new observations? Would we like the people we notice? Them ask your self a question if you like, who am I? Ask the people you have imaged. From these maybe you can find self enlightenment and maybe inspiration. I don't know, but try.

I fear that I am falling into an Abuis, I can't breath. Someone help me.  Hello? Is any one out there ? What will I break when I land? It's so dark I can't see. Is there someone below to catch me? HELLO! A echo. That's all I hear, a whispy hello, welcoming me to a sinking feeling, that has no end, Or does it? Who knows? I should. Shouldn't I ? This us after all my emtional tunnel. Sinking faster and faster? Is this it? Is this death? Will I reawaken as something new? Have I been dreaming? What is my name? I see the bottum...who is that waiting?

I hate getting compliments out of sympathy, because I was just that bad, or stupid. I hate when a teacher will just ignore me, or try their hardiest avoid me. Or when I talk can't wait for me to be over. I hate late on them being all nice and parental. I mean what the hell? You trying to avoid me to make me push my self and be better? or tear me down? If you realize i am treble like in my auctions, then don't give me a complament the next day, it makes me feel horrid about my self. If your going to hate me hate me. But just giving random complaments its just curl. People who do that are ass, sorry. But that what I think. Ya know what, i try to be great, i push my slf to do my best. But when  do only my worst comes out. Should I just stop trying? This was a vent, I don't really care for comments thx peace.