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The birth of a General…

The soundless breeze strokes the bloodied skin as veins bulged out showing the existence of the ever pulsing heart. In the midst of clouded confusion and raging sounds of battle cries and the clashing of steel an unfamiliar calm, settles upon him.
Something, didn’t feel right, it felt scary calm for him. Time slowed down for him and barely any sound reached him. It felt like cotton filled his ears. In front of him, his current opponent looked like a moving statue that was filled with nothing but blood lust. But slow he was. No matter how he looked around, nothing changed, he no longer felt fear, he was calm. And with that, his sight was born anew. He saw it all, a bigger picture. It was no longer just himself anymore. He saw the enemy’s movement and their own. Patterns and secrets of battle, laid on his feet. He was no commander, but he knew for them to survive, tables had to turn. Him alone will not be enough. But it wasn’t the time to be worried about that, only what was in front of him mattered. Obediently, he steeled his heart and let his body follow his instincts. There seemed to be a flow, a current that he sunk in as he faced his opponents. His fatigue, fear… All of it was gone. And a fire was lit, a small one but a fire non the less, compared to the size of the battlefield. Around him, in the small area of his battalion, his allies felt the change when they laid their eyes on him. He was pushing the enemies back. His ferocity brought fear upon those in front of him.

His energy, lit the fires in the hearts of the warriors, and now came the time of this wild fire to spread in the dense forest of flesh and clashing steel. In earnest, together, they endeavoured to farther their stand in the battlefield. This time the tides of war favoured them. These men, these warriors believe in strength, and when they recognise it, they will follow. And as they saw the man, they knew he would be the kind to even wage war on hell and never waver

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Stuck in the past…

‚ÄčIt has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. 

In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar called dreams and the pain lessens with a doze of laughter. 

But it is never gone. It lingers on just enough to make you reminisce the past. 

It will follow you like the shadow that you’ve learned to embrace as part of you. 

Like the creeping cold of the dark dark night, ferried through your skin to your spine with an almost  gentle breeze. 

The past that is so near, one needs only to reach for it. 

But who would be so broken that he would do that? 

To relive the past horrors that haunt event during the time of wake. 

What is the point of having  these masochistic tendencies when one can move forward and find himself peace?

Maybe its because those who don’t learn from the past are bound to repeat it. 

Walking  around, you’ll find a guy with eyes so dry, but inside, past the bravado, his heart can’t  hide  and it cries like rain, pouring down in his domain, 

But when you see another guy shade a tear, don’t judge be weary, he just found out this world is scary. 

So why waste time burdening yourself with the past?

The present is your workshop and the future your result. 

Time is indeed  what we want most, but what we use worst.