Abarmard

Crazy Sunday Thoughts

There are sores that erode the mind in solitude like a kind of canker.Images and words begin to pass through a dark highway like fast cars driving through icy roads with their headlights falling behind their speed as the cars pass their own shadow and lights in a delusional world of words and thoughts...

… I walk through the world of shadows aimlessly searching for a ray of light wondering if I shall ever find the key to the gate that separates this holographic world from the reality that created it and the shadows they whisper to me as I make my way passed their empty existence ……… 

In my current dire predicement I consider myself blessed for having an imagination, as when you are trapped in a 2 metre by 1 metre cell, the only friend that you have is your ability to transport yourself out of this confinement, looking for a ray of light or concentrating on building the frame of your first born in your mind hoping that this mental connection will ease the memory of the painful humiliations that have happened and in all likelihood will happen again. 

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