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#14

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Dear diary,

I had a dream last night, it was weird. I was a little girl, walking through a lavender field. With long red curly hair, dressed like a scholar. With a navy blue skirt, white shirt and stockings and a white-collar. The sun was up, so warm, yet so cold. Burning my white skin as I was moving forward, searching for something unknown yet so familiar … Suddenly started raining with big drops, hitting the ground hard as a war was starting between the sky and the earth. The two Goddesses, Sky and Earth fighting for the honor of the Galaxy with maces and shields, turning the field into a wonderful thunderstorm show. I can hear their screams while I walk away from the lavender field, wish I could stay longer to watch them fighting. I have to move forwards, something is calling my name, I hear it echoing into my head. I start running as the rain stops, so it is over. One of the Goddesses won, while the others are mourning the defeated one. The sun is shining again with all its strength, powerful as ever. Stunning me, burning my skin. I feel my legs shaking and trembling. I want to shout but I can’t.

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Masks

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Warning. Full fiction content.

Who do you think you are ? A devil with pungent looks ? I saw too many eyes, too many minds. They’re nothing but clones. Same structure, different masks. You just couldn’t fit in there. You with your swords, shield, your strong armor ready for battle, but it’s a long way to inferno.

You wake up with your mind at peace but in 0,01 seconds it turns into state of war. You’re there, laying in your bed sleeping with your eyes wide open, lying that you don’t. Light up that cigarette, let it burn, let it flow through your system, let it kill it. Make it the perfect murder. It’s 3 a.m., you can’t sleep, you’re awake and fighting off those demons who torment your dreams. I see you fighting right now, heavily breathing, tense, concentrated.

I pulled the trigger by mistake. Now you can open your eyes.


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The story of a rider – fin

They asked me what I feel and I told them : nothing.

You know, I truly don’t understand humans. They want you to tell them the truth, but when you do it, they will become upset as a raging child and run away from you. I have a tons of bad habits, one of them is telling the truth. It’s so funny to watch people changing their feelings from a word to another, some of them would call me evil. 

You asked me if I care. Well, I don’t. I stopped doing so now awhile. My heart is colder than a dead fish. You can judge me, you can speak out, I won’t run like those who did when they met the truth.

I hate mornings. They make me sad, they always did. That’s why I will stay awake day by day until sunrise like an vampire waiting for the sun to sleep. But at the same time, every morning my heart will fill up with beautiful rays. I see them while sleeping. They are ripped from a fairy land. Laughter, happiness, hope. 

But then I open my eyes and everything’s gone. It’s all dark.

This war inside me won’t stop. This is why I have to carry on and ride.

I know that one day I will ride through misty forests and into the sea’s heart. That’s when I’ll be at peace.


So she ended her cigarette and looked into my eyes. Her face revealed her beautiful mind with blue starry eyes, bluer than the sea and lighter than the sky. The gate to her soul.

That was the story of a rider.


Song of the day : Jon Hopkins feat. Purity Ring – Breathe this air