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the strange people.

They are there right now. Everywhere in our midst, keeping a patient eye upon the suckling void active in humanity, and this fatal flaw will always reveal itself given time. To betray a withering self that cannot think beyond the material scope of the reality they seem to hold so dear. The possessions that can take a stranglehold upon their keeper. A misty recollection of what the past had been. Now, just subtle memories overlaid the entire scene the eyes can take in at once. Baffled by the ill-tempered, I stride motionless through the questionable realm of thought, and get to know the hollow chest which is my emotional center, my heart. The mind and body can stray away distracted, but the heart guides the soul to its fateful destination. Weeping in sorrow over the torturous existence that sometimes beholds a being Here is never the complete means to dispel such cases of pain. Personal power comes in the balance between abstract creation and primal nature, but held in check by the manifested spirit through self-discipline. The dark glares of the wicked call over to my screaming rage, and inflect my cries into a cathartic expression of will. Their reflected powers intermingle with mine, and the experience becomes more real than first considered. The claws of the demons rage in a whirlwind beneath us, but is it all darkness and fear that lies deeper than their howls? A curiosity can rage and howl far greater than any a pitiless inner deviation ever could. A distorted desire that can possess the host as strongly as the consumers think they own their items through and through. The heart leads past the thrills demanded by a primal process, and into the range of acknowledged determination. The goal is the quest that the path moves the participant throughout. The ideas will always lead somewhere as long as the quest is a self-demanding journey towards a personal truth. Following your heart will always take you where need to be in this life, and the next. To take yourself too seriously leads you back to where the frustration starts, and where there are some rules to apply to your own self-worth and esteem. You are the one taking the path towards a succession of events that will lead you to the direct result of your life’s quest, the outcome is that tricky part that everyone else fills out for themselves, and it takes time to be certain of your path through life. The strange people are the ones that make every moment a journey to suffer, and the stays relative to others by influencing their moods, especially in degrees of proximity and duration in being around those other persons. Pain becomes the focus operandi for the person who defiles their insides with misery, their own or another’s, and cannot carry the burden alone in their thoughts. The emotions revealing the truth they have reached in their path. Projecting from us like the classic aura that surrounds the living feature, and colors swirl beyond the purely visual depth that most people would choose to only see. Senses are limited fractions of insight. The experience is what dictates the achievement, and the diamond-studded are for those who can genuinely appreciate the value of such things. The fierce and possessed of determination are the the solid and patient few who are truly just, both in their hearts and in their quests, and only the layman searches for the ‘holy grail’ quested for a million times over. The special individuals find their own unique and powerful icon to lead them to fortunate rewards. What kills us more than the common goal?