Tell me it’s okay. Tell me I’m going to wake up tomorrow and the sun will shine through the shutter blinds like it always used to, making patterns on the floorboards and turning the dust in the air into little golden specks, and that while my eyes are still half closed I’ll smell the fragrance of coffee and something frying in the kitchen. Tell me that tonight I’ll hold my baby in my arms, feel her soft little body against mine, her fingers running gently through my hair as she drifts off to sleep, safe and warm. Tell me that when I lie in bed, in that comfortable state between consciousness and dreams, I will hear only your soft breathing, the creak of the bed as you turn, the gentle sighs of sleep. Tell me that when I walk out the door I will see a beautiful world, a world that isn’t crushed and broken; that I will feel whole and my heart will pulse with hope and I’ll know that I’m living and not simply surviving painfully with each new day. Tell me that I can still cry with joy as well as sorrow. I’ll believe you, for just a moment. While you hold me and I bury my face on your shoulder, I’ll believe that nothing ever changed and we still have a family, a home, a life. I can’t tell it to myself anymore. I need to feel it in the squeeze of your hand on my arm and know it from the reassurance in your soft voice. I need to hear it from your lips.

Please ... just tell me it’s okay.

(In case you didn’t read the first comment I posted, this is just a fictional piece I wrote for fun. I imagine it to be something like the prologue to a dystopian novel. It doesn’t reflect my own thoughts, but the thoughts of a character whose life has been crushed. Perhaps her husband has died and she’s trying to tell herself he’s not gone. That’s my opinion, anyway :)

Life is a phenomenon

which cannot be explained,

full of mysteries,opportunities and misfortunes,

which all arise when we don’t expect them,

for every road you’ll take, you will miss the one you didn’t.

yet in the end,

not losing hope and keep going is what we all should be doing.

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Nothing Scares An Enemy More.

Than A Person Who Keeps Smiling And Trying.

Despite His Enemies Best Efforts.

To Try And Stop Him From Succeeding.

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Me: “Any response from Brain yet?”

Mind: “Nothing.”

I gasped, “It has been long enough since we discontinued BrainTalks. We need a new chapter.”

Mind: “I know.”

Me: “Why is he like this now? Before we started BrainTalks, he used to humiliate me for every word I said. Now, he is not even talking. Not even a word.”

Mind: “Maybe, he does not want you to write this.”

Me: “But why? Every time I try to do something good, he stops functioning, right there.”

Mind: “It’s alright, Cap. We will find a plan.”

Me: “Thanks, mate, you are being so supportive.”

Mind: “I have to. It’s my duty.”

I smiled. “But, Brain, what is wrong with you? Whatever it is, we can find a solution.”

He did not respond.

“Brain, I am talking to you. Have you fallen asleep?”

Brain: “Have I not been asleep since your birth?”

Mind: “That is not a bad one for a comeback.”

Thousand and two.

#nonfiction

Is it love, if I already let go?

Such a pitiful sight to see, this isn't love. 

Why would you come here to see me?

Is it for my money and riches? Perhaps my silver rings, and plated gold? 

Carrot gold earrings, dazzling brighter than the moonlight. Is it love, if you let go a long time ago? The twinkling stars remind me of your beautiful eyes, the same ones I used to cast you out of my house. How cruel fate can be, mother. Perhaps in your next life, you won't leave me for some flea bug man. I'm sure you'll leave and repeat the same horrid cycle again and again. An endless nightmare. Let me cradle you until you rest, never forget you still are my blood. My home is not your home but my kindness and warm gentle hands shall soothe your grieving pain. Rest easy mother, for I Am still at your side. The twinkling stars quiet down, leaving nothing but stardust and fractured moonlight. Dear mother, wait for me in the next life… I will try to love you again, I promise. 

A letter from my mother before she passed:

My sweetheart,

you have always had that shine in your eyes, the same ones since I first laid eyes on you. Please live on and forget me, I only wished to rid of my life so I wouldn't be a burden to you. And now look at me, I walked up to your doorstep expecting a warm welcome, what was I thinking after all the years of pain and endless suffering I left you with. You did the right thing, I had to go. My sweet lovely angel, you came back to see me when I was dying on my hospital bed. The tears I had that night and yours too, they broke me. I resent my life, please live on and forget me.

I wish I could have held you for just one more time. Why did things have to be like this? I was so young and naive, “WHY OH GOD WHY?!!!!!!!!” I'M SUCH A HORRIBLE MOTHER!! TAKE ME NOW AND RID OF ME!!!!! My precious child... you truly are a gift from God. I'm sorry, I never could tell you about your special eyes and your black wavy hair. Tell me when you get to the next life, I want to hold you just one more time. I'll be waiting...

Sincerely, The Lady In Black.

Boom, tap, boom, tap, there goes human life, a streak of red blood-colored the skies overhead. Madness descended onto the looming despair of the weak. Shreds of children's clothing and small shoes compiled higher than the mountain's gaze could reach. The tempo was lost and the ravaging souls of the dead consumed the living, leaving nothing but beautiful silence. 

He lay there,

P E T R I F I E D but very much A L I V E

The moths covering his jaw, were O O Z I N G with S E N S A T I O N

He moved and danced along with the maggots that burrowed through his skin.

T A R T E R D paper skin and H O L L O W bones, dug out by the ants within...

His eyes swallowed in, and left behind... he spoke but with the larvae hanging from the roof of his mouth.

R U S T and chambers full of D E C A Y, from limb to limb.

However, I must ask;

“Are you still alive?”

i want to live in a world

where i can be happy once more

a world filled with freedom and joy

i want to live in a world

where the gods can't reach me

a world that isn't ruled

by immortal, all-knowing dictators

who require sacrifices

female sacrifices

i want to live in a world

where i didn't tell her to run

a world where i didn't

fill her mind with hope of escape

only for her to be struck down

before she even got the chance

i want to live in a world

where she is still alive

a world where i can be with her

and not constantly live in fear

that she will one day

be taken from me

alas,

i am nothing but a bitter slave

on this world

and as much as i dream

of far off worlds

where i can be free

where she can be free

where we can be together,

i am trapped here

for the rest of my existence

and long after

when they bury me

into this world

that i will never escape

no matter how hard i want

Should Batman kill the Joker?

In a word, no.

Batman is supposed to be a symbol of justice, but really, he's just a lonely rich guy in a suit. I feel like all of the Batman movies, him fighting crime, are really just Batman trying to convince himself that he's a good guy. The Joker, as twisted as he is, is the perfect outlet for that. As Batman's arch nemesis, Batman loves to fantasize about killing the Joker, ending his regime of terror.

But he never would. Without Joker, Batman's life has no purpose. The Joker is the mastermind behind most of Gotham city's crime. If he were dead, Gotham city would be a lot safer. And what would Batman do then? He'd sit in his batcave, drinking lots of expensive vodka and drowning himself in his sorrows.

And would Joker kill Batman? Also no. Joker wants nothing more than to turn Gotham city into a stage for a brutal video game. If he were to kill Batman, no one in Gotham city would be able to stand up to him. The game loses its fun, its main objective.

What does this mean? This means that Joker and Batman will forever be at an impasse. Fighting eachother, outwitting eachother, but neither will ever truly beat the other. They will fight until nature runs its course.

Now here's a thought:

What if Batman is really just a lonely, delusional man, and in his pain, he imagined a villain to occupy his time? What if the Joker is really just a facet of Batman's personality, and he is both the hero and the villain?