A soul stuck in the limbo, searching for something

The true authentic self is the silent observer behind the eyes that watches the performance.

Authencity is closing the gap between the observer and the actor.

He is my friend's dog. Appu.

He is the sweetest and the most candid.

He likes to swaddle my ankle when I visit.

A sigh amidst the hustle;

Patient for that stranger,

A Stranger as a companion,

Unfamiliar, yet familiar,

Met with joy hidden from view;

How does it feel to be on the verge of suicide?

In a mental anguish so strong that, any physical pain is welcome as an escape from the anguish.

Self mutilation? The exhilarating freedom one feels when he finds that escape. Pleasure in pain. Joy amidst his own blood.

But wait! He can't keep this up much longer. He will die and the pleasure will cease. He can't die. Pleasure must continue.

Does it feel the same when inflicting the pain on others? Watching the torment on the faces of his victims, he feels loose in his body as though he has climaxed. As if transferring all that pain to the victim. And relishing in the fear the victims felt in their last breathe, in their last waking moment. Feeling the light going out. Something about that knowledge, the control you feel over a life very similar to your own, the alienating but empowering feeling. The disconnect from usual emotions and care about life in general is liberating. Thats the moment he stops being a metaphorical human. He evolves. Realizing the escape was actually breaking out from a shell that caged him and still does others, he instantly knows he is free in the truest sense. Aahhh.. that's the best kind of feeling...

Pain feels the best, not necessarily his. All of you must die for him to feel good. Happy. Free. And most of all, he is addicted. Oh lord.

Skirting around the ways of societal order, the law, the policies, the emotions and the morals. He gradually feels empowered. Comes with it, unbridled arrogance. After the first blood, first hunt and the first kill(not necessarily the same), comes another, then another and many others. He stops looking at life in general, on the same level as him. Only his offsprings and brothers of same kiln, can bring out that foreign human emotions in him and nothing else does.

SILENCE

Normalize silence

Workout without music

Eat without your phone

Sit in your room only with your thoughts.

Red roses too

I see them bloom

For me and you

And I think to myself

What a wonderful world

I see skies of blue

And clouds of white

The bright blessed day

The dark sacred night

And I think to myself

What a wonderful world

I look at you and i wonder

Where do you go?

What do you see?

Take me with you