Nov 2013
There are three very different extremes from which my story could be told.
1.) I am the antagonist
2.) I am the protagonist
3.) I am the witness
The truth is, I cannot pick just one of these extremes because all are true.
I am the antagonist who maliciously drives those around to the point of madness. With bitter contempt I lurk in shadows around corners waiting for victims to fall prey to my traps, and when I’ve finally spun my web of malevolence; tightly to the point of suffocation, I laugh in the most polluted form of victory and self-destruction.
I am the protagonist who, with the best of intentions, still clumsily trips into danger from time to time. Naïve but good willed, my heroic altruism persists! I cannot give up on the world lest my grave cradles me. I must get to the bottom of this chaos, this maddening web of malevolence, if it’s the last thing I do. Everything depends on it.
I am the witness who stands idly by while everyone and everything bursts into lively fire or burns with the fury of death. I am the warm humid breeze on a hot summer’s day; unwelcome. I am water droplets on dry land; necessary.
1.) I am the antagonist
2.) I am the protagonist
3.) I am the witness
The truth is, I cannot pick just one of these extremes because all are true.
I am the antagonist who maliciously drives those around to the point of madness. With bitter contempt I lurk in shadows around corners waiting for victims to fall prey to my traps, and when I’ve finally spun my web of malevolence; tightly to the point of suffocation, I laugh in the most polluted form of victory and self-destruction.
I am the protagonist who, with the best of intentions, still clumsily trips into danger from time to time. Naïve but good willed, my heroic altruism persists! I cannot give up on the world lest my grave cradles me. I must get to the bottom of this chaos, this maddening web of malevolence, if it’s the last thing I do. Everything depends on it.
I am the witness who stands idly by while everyone and everything bursts into lively fire or burns with the fury of death. I am the warm humid breeze on a hot summer’s day; unwelcome. I am water droplets on dry land; necessary.
