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[CKW]

"Wherever i go, it´s the same stuff. The same ****, say others. The world spins without brakes. Slowly. Fastly. My life is but an never ending path of attempts. When I think i am about to reconstruct myself, sorrow washes the fragile foundations of my ideas. And nothing is left, but the memory of the desire. I don´t know, even, what i am supposed to feel. What I am supposed to do.What is more,the strong walls of sanity seem frail silk curtains, waving to the Winter gusts of madness.


What I am? Who should have the answer? The skies? God? The people? Me?
I don´t know where to search. All clues were washed by sorrow, broken by insanity. The way I feel... It´s like staying in the middle of a crowd, when you have a meeting for someone. You stare, and stare. You see people passing by. Some have a peculiar style of walking. Some wear rich clothes. They are all different. But for you, they mean the same. As each person passes, the doubt grows in your heart. You don´t know if one of these passerbys is the person you agreed to meet. You can have ideas of who that person looks like. But you won´t know who does look like untill you see him."

[Wesforce]

Is this a prelude?

I would read more... pretty much sums up how I felt like at work today.

[CKW]

"On the sea of the monotony of life, some times strong winds blow, and the dark, apathic water turns into coleric and wild waves of the tempest. Is it in such ocasion when the never ending spiral of life seems to have a way out. Something that drills the line of damnation. Something... EPIC. That´s the way it can be described. Epic. Epic feelings of becoming a better person, a person who would be a model to society. But epic means impossible for normal people... Or is just a barrier?
Is it like the thin line between sanity and insanity?

Who knows.

But I will try. I need to break the circle. The flames of my will are getting bigger and bigger as the epic wind blows out. I wish it would not be just a simple storm... a storm that shatters a bit, then digs you deep into apathy.

Let´s believe. Let´s have faith. Let´s become a fool, for once.


The last Knight."

[Phyre]

looking good...

[Blue Aurora]

Indeed. I was looking for a short story to satisfy my hankering for reading...thanks CKW. :D

[CKW]

There's more. I needed to write something in it for a while

Part 1:

Motivations.

"A man without motivation is a hopeless man. And hopeless means numb and despair. Despair that leads to the motivation of self destruction, of not wanting to continue a painful existence. However, even in despair, people seeks a motivation. A person cannot exist with them. A person is nothing without them.

And it's willpower wich races directly from motivation. Willpower, one of the frail strings that tie a person in the sea of life, waved by the winds of nonsense. A frail, yet sharp string that prevents people from sinking into the nothingness.

As if, to prove this, a true knight has to have a blind faith in willpower. It will be the medicine and the curse for him. It will help him to achieve the unthinkable, or at least, have a proper try. Let the dream come true: let us think that willpower can move over mountains.

Equally strong should be their motivations. Drawing force from anything strong,be it the simple feeling of surviving and fighting back, be it the feeling of greed, be it anything, but mild and soft-cored."

[Master Chris]

Yum Yum. This is tasty stuff CKW, we want more.

[CKW]

Note: This will be called "Knight's Manual" for some reason.

[Bean]

pretty good man.