Here you get to read random stuff I wrote depending on my mood :D
He plucked the rose out of the ground, bringing it to his other hand into an assortment of colours. It had been something he always wanted to do - pick flows for his love. The real question in his mind though, was if she'd like it.
The journey to their meeting spot was a long and tiresome one. Minimal transport and a long hike always left him panting but it was worth it, in his eyes, she was worth it.
He sat in the summer grass, waiting for her arrival. Usually, she was early but today was much later than should be, she wasn't even there yet, not that it mattered. Hours went by, sun become moon, heat became cold.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small container which held his medicine, labelled simply 'Risperidone'. He popped the lid and took one in-between his lips, pulling it in with his tongue and swallowing it. Ever since he had started on the new treatment, she seemed to be coming to the meetings less. The times he forgot to take the medicine, she would be there.
He continued to sit there, waiting for her to come.
Number 1:
He lay in his bed, the curtains down and lights off; the room was darkened to the point where nothing could be seen. He brought his knees up to his stomach, combining his elbows onto them and covering his face with his hands. Why had it been him? Why could he never experience being truly happy? The tears streaked down his cheeks and fell onto the bed, staining the sheets. His breathing was shallow, loudly audible as he tried to stop himself yet to no avail. He should've known, just as he was getting over her, completing a night without thinking of her, without seeing her in the back of his eyes. So close he had gotten just to recall the pain he so immensely had felt for so long. His sobs echoed through the room as a ray of light flooded the room, expanding until it slowly shut, a small, soprano voice asking, "A-are you alright?" He viciously pawed at his face to wipe off the tears, getting up to look at where the voice was coming from, hoping he wouldn't be seen crying. "Yes, don't worry," he said in between deep breaths, "just go back to sleep." The cheery voice of the young girl said, "Ok!" and promptly left, allowing him to continue his pining. Why had he let her into his heart again, even after he knew nothing good would come from it? Why was life such a cruel mistress? He lay down, tears now soaking the bed as he closed his eyes, slowly drifting away from reality into the one place where he could be at ease, the surreal world of his dream, the place where he could hide from her. He didn't hate her, on the contrary loved her more than anything he could think, excluding his young sister. As his mind finally came to rest, images of what would never be corrupt his mind: him moving towards her from behind, brushing her hair aside and planting a soft kiss on the back of her neck; both of them sitting on the beach, watching the sun set as they hugged; sharing the final dance with her with a complex scheme of moves; their marriage. There was no escape from this, only pain.
Number 2:
Number 3:
Imagine
What is a person without love? Be it not for another being, be it family. How is the person meant to function with the fundamentals of live? Imagine if one day, it all vanished - no love, no hate, not nothing. What if no one felt a feeling, an emotion? Would humanity survive? Or would it cease to exist? Be it with non-siblings, be it reproduction didn't occur when two wanted a child yet was instead a mandatory obligation. Would the world get along in such circumstances? Would there be the surreal utopia which has been sought for since the beginning of time? Would wars cease? Or would everyone repeat the same futile actions day in day out? Would they be trapped in their distant dreams or pine for memories of when they could... feel? Now imagine it: you see your mother, the woman whom bore you for 9 months and yet you feel nothing towards her. You lack that connection, you lack love, and you have nothing for her, almost as if she was someone you just met. Even then, people would have some form of feeling towards them, you wouldn't even have that. What about your father, brother, sister? What about your lover, friends, anyone?
Now imagine living life like this, forever.