(Writing has been difficult lately, so as usual I am brushing off my pen with a Seven Minute Drill. The Seven Minute Drill is seven minutes of unfiltered stream of consciousness and minimal editing. By the end of the time limit, no more edits or writing can take place. It is meant purely as a creative exercise with no objective. There is no point. There is no purpose. There is nothing interpret. If they come across as exhibits of a lunatic… trust your instincts.)
Most men aren’t bold, they’re just nihilistic. What do they know of the weight of hopefulness?
Me? I think I have the courage to believe anything. Nothing scares me anymore, not even my nightmares. Like last night I woke up from my insomnia and fell into a dream state; but I looked around the room and was sad when my ghost was missing. That damn exorcist has banished my last friend. Tomorrow, I might go looking for him with a flashlight and pogo stick. Maybe I will lay out marshmallows for him leading from the forest to my doorstep and build him a fortress made of pillows and sawdust. Maybe, just maybe.
You see, it’s only certainty that I am afraid of. My mother delivered me while sitting on a tightrope and now the balancing act is second nature. Yesterday someone asked me who the calmest person I know was. I said it was me and it’s the truth. Anyone born in the heart of the ocean can weather a thousand storms. And no one whose soul is made of light and lunacy could be afraid of a little darkness.
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