He only opened his eyes because he could. Tossing around his mattress, that had been uncovered for days, piled with dirty clothes, junk food wrappers, old newspapers and seventeen empty cigarette packets containing ash, he spied Satan, the cockroach he had named so last night, after it flew straight for his mouth, as if intent … Continue reading Bossed Around,Tossed Around, Screwed Around, For What? Worth.
She stared at him in a weird way, as if never having seen him in such light before. Her eyes went wide, like a shaft of light that illuminated an eye, with the intent to shock, scream even. He stared back at her, his eyes as glazed as they had been in days, oozing its … Continue reading Emotions are Biochemical Algorithms, His Code had malfunctioned during Testing.
After spending seventy four minutes on his friend's couch gazing into space and imagining nice things like companionship and alcohol, Sins decided to sleep. He hadn't slept the previous night because, the whole time he had a constant feeling that there was something inside in his head, something that was preventing him from lashing out, … Continue reading The Aimlessness of Sins
He hadn't been able to sleep last night, having caught the sunrise on a fresh Sunday morning, as he inhaled a fresh batch of imported dutch tobacco, taking long drags, savoring each breath, experiencing the lightness that he felt spreading thorough his bloodstream slowly, steadily building up, what he thought a sense of calm and … Continue reading The Astute Thinker
He did not understand who he was, in spite of many people trying to make him come of the stubborn shell that he had built for himself inside his mind. Suddenly, he began to have thoughts about the value of his existence, his mind trying to decipher whether he was creating something of true value … Continue reading The Creator, the Enabler, He
Sins wanted to have clarity, in the sense that he wanted to know exactly what he needed to do to live a life of comfort and style. His girlfriend, on the other hand knew so, exactly, and he couldn't help but admire her zeal, wondering where on earth, or rather, when on earth would he … Continue reading Fighting Back
The familiar sense of overwhelm overwhelmed him. He was procrastinating again and didn't like it one bit. He felt powerless, like a small snail swimming against a gigantic upstream, fated to lose but conditioned to put in some last ditch effort to save face before the inevitable loss. Sins had the feeling again, the feeling … Continue reading The Feedback
He didn't like how he was feeling. Not one bit. He wanted to run away from the city and not be accountable to anything or anyone. Sins was looking out of his window beside his work table, day dreaming about his life, about how it was and how he hoped to change it, and the … Continue reading Starry Beyond
They met on a pleasant 1st October afternoon and parted ways without a good-bye in the early morning of 25th. It had been the happiest twenty-four days of his life. He jogged his memory trying to think about her words, the strength, the beauty of it, delivered with charm, passion and empathy, her eyes, the … Continue reading Goodbye Starr. Show Them.
He reached Starbucks Coffee at exactly 12:30 p.m expecting to put in at least three hours of productive work. He was happy when he woke up today at 8:00 a.m because he had proceeded to wear his new running shoes and use it for the next hour including a couple of sets of push-ups and … Continue reading Hey Sins, Don’t Be Afraid. Take this Life and Make it Better.