Part 3: The long periods of silence, bleed profusely through her words. I sank so deeply into that moment. I knew at that moment; the bleeding would never stop. There is not any type of stitch, which would be fitting for this kind of wound. Nothing will ever be able to sew the part of you up, which is boring within me. The moments of your voice, are the deceptions within my mind. I listen closely; as to not miss out on any secrets, which may slip through past your dull razor tongue. It is another delusion I have been feeding myself. My appetite is growing weaker, yet I still want to consume all of you. It will never be enough for me. I will never be enough for you.
Author: ggkalfas
G.G. Kalfas is an American born author and publisher. He is also the noted author of many books, which encompass his experiences within life and death, as these experiences are displayed through the subject matter of his short stories. His intention for writing these books, is to display the importance of philosophy and psychology, as they play an integral part of the development contained within the experience of the human condition. Within his development, G.G. was compelled towards music, poetry, art, philosophy, and psychology. He was also the lead guitarist in a Houston based metal band, as well as the owner of an underground art gallery. He now spends his time writing about the darkness within the human expression, while exploring the hidden knowledge contained within the depths of life, death, and what may or may not exist beyond human consciousness.
The Crow’s Caw
When the crow caws- it recognizes you- it is cawing at you- the crow knows your name- the crow knows your secrets- your lies- your fears- it knows all about the delicate strands- holding your secrets- lies- fears- and your life together- as the crow was the entity who weaved them all together- nothing will ever remain hidden from the caw of the crow- it knows all which pertain to life- and to death- the caw is the transition from life to death- and from death to life- humanity dwells in between the circumstances- in between the light and the darkness- in between love and fear- and in between the translucent veil of life and death.
The Color of Black
Part 4:
Part 4: Running away from me. Your barriers are unbreakable, even to me. I never felt the need to be around you until now. The feeling shatters my self-respect and dignity into nothingness. The way you held the bricks in front of your face allowed me to know how you truly felt about me; another sinking dip into the nothingness of what our relationship is. How could it be anything more than this? You and I would never allow it. I know you want to come out; revealing yourself from behind your lies, but they protect you so well. There is no way I could protect you better than your lies do. Your lips are so sensuous, they make your lies so kind and gentle; a soft deterioration only I could crave. It is me; it has always been me. I am the only one who has longed for you, who has craved you, who has needed you. I have always felt useless for wanting you, needing you. It is a feeling only a worthless vagrant could fully understand. There will never be anything or anyone, which could come between you and I. I am the one who needs you the most, more than anything, more than anyone. I am your end; I will be the last image your eyes will see before they go black.
One Characteristic
The unconscious reality of the things which I cannot seem to get out of my mind. I know this dissonance cannot last, nor remain such as it is now; yet I feel a permanence may be on the horizon. Nothing and no one are forever, not even forever is forever. A simple schism, showing up periodically, just to remind you of how fragile you really are. A rote routine. Something you claim to have experienced for yourself. I have noticed it within you as well. Claiming to understand me, my plight and my fight; when you cannot even understand yourself, or your life for that matter. I have met many upon many people such as yourself; authorities of everything, but an actual authority of nothing. I don’t blame you. I would not want the world to know about, or even see me for who and what I really am either. You and I are differently the same; always seeking out experiences which may in fact bring harm upon ourselves. This is the only characteristic which you and I have in common. There is nothing else which ties you and I together.
A Specific Type of Hate
The tailspin of isolation, can bring about a characterization of your internal truth, and your external mask. The real questioning begins, when you find your external mask, is actually looking into your soul, begging for answers for which are not there. There is no certainty to be had, just as there is no redemption to be found. There never was a point in searching for any of these to begin with, they have been absent from within for many years now. Stolen by the circumcisions of life: prejudices, ego, lost love, distractions, painful memories, and the all too frightfully familiar, hate. There is a specific type of hate, one experiences when this hate has a cross-hair focus on the others. It is a cancerous hate, which spreads into every cell within your body; multiplying the hate forward into infinite permanence. The raw extinguishment of love has officially taken place, as there will never be a glimpse of the sunrise within the heart of a hateful way of life. I can remember that day so vividly; I could feel the hate pouring through my burning eyes, as I watched the others live their lives. I was not content seeing their way of life, as I knew I was better than them, as I knew I was part of the selected few who had actually evolved past their species. I was ridiculed for my beliefs, as I always am; the adversity makes me stronger, more understanding of what it truly means to not know the truth. In life, I have come to understand, there never was any truth to begin with. You and I were brought up in lies, we were taught to live our life within these lies, and now we have woken up, seeing the lies for what they truly are: suffocation. To begin to live your life within your truth; you must first make peace with your past, if you skip this part, you will forever stay stagnant, spending the rest of your life going nowhere backwards. I have lived through the lie, just as I have lived through the truth; the lie is easier to live through, as the truth is a painful sensation within the spine. Yet, I would rather endure the pain, knowing it was real, as opposed to the blissfulness of a lie, not knowing it was fake.
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