It may seem unimaginable the way people fracture other’s trust and go behind the backs of those around them – deliberately striking them in the behind with a cold dull blade that slides effortlessly to their core, removing all lingering sense of hope and feeling for the person that they once previously held. But it is in human nature to both build relationships, and destroy those around them who once held them dear just to ensure that they can be the ones to triumph against their peers. People such as these are common, and forcefully edge their way to the top of social circles around them simply to repeat the cycle of reconstruction and destruction. It is as if these people are succubae feeding off the clinical act of clenching onto those they know only to claw them to the bottom with previously tormented individuals. All other methods of self-betterment and acceptance can be tossed away in favor of such tyrannical actions, to impose a self-centered view of superiority. An action so pulverizing like a mountain crumbling from its place amongst the sky down to the sea, where nothing may rise to such an unseen height for all eternity.
It might be, too, a basic factor of humanity to dissociate from terror drawn out from daily horrors of life – cast down by those equally unfamiliar with cascading disaster and grim loss of souls like dominoes nudged by an unsuspecting shoulder, falling in unison.
It might be, too, a basic factor of humanity to dissociate from terror drawn out from daily horrors of life – cast down by those equally unfamiliar with cascading disaster and grim loss of souls like dominoes nudged by an unsuspecting shoulder, falling in unison. To simply turn the other cheek when watching another man stripped of all consciousness forever lost on earth, without a blinking eye moving on to the next chapter of being. The tempter of souls directing a real-time chessboard planning out steps, forcefully deciding the fate of those who can’t decide for themselves, lost in a sea of foreign enticement, capturing the minds of the many who have unwillingly lost a home to turn to. An army of zombies mindlessly marching towards an end with no resolution for either party. Those who collectively misguide others are further enforced by those who are misguided, only to further dilute the subject of wishful thinking of those with a purpose to lead. With a cycle bound only to repeat unless one were to come by, perchance with a passion to give help to those in need of; care, guidance, purpose, and love.
Imitation pieces were some of the hardest parts of this class. Having to stick to the structure of another author, while trying to live up to the legacy of their work, made it time consuming and often frustrating. That said, I think that this essay helped me become better at being conscious of my structure and taking mindful decisions about how I want my writing to be perceived.