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Okay, this one I wrote in class, the topic was 'home and what it means to you' and I ended up writing this and getting a B for it.
Home
Home. The realm of existence I reside in.
Home. The place that I live.
Home. The place where I find warmth and solace in a world otherwise cold and without warmth.
Yet home is not always simply warmth and solace, Home is also where those nightmarish delusions of the world and its denizens continue to haunt me.
Disrupt the daily cycle that is my life, yet I cannot bring myself to dislike these creatures that pester me or incite terror in my heart as...
They are a part of me.
A part of my life and existence.
the creatures that try to control the mind of all they possess in their grip, all that they strangle with a black hand forged from the person's personal darkness that truly is the bane of their existence.
Yet they do not simply stop there; they attempt to gain control of the person in a greed filled desire to have a body to call their own.
Born from the person's darkness, they have no form and lurk only in the possessed's mind and use their body as a vessel to walk among the world of the living that they so dearly wish to be once again.
Yet, if we close our hearts and not allow darkness, fear or doubt into our being or heart, we can avoid such a fate, the fate of being made a parasite that can only leech off a mind that was weakened by fear and empty promises.
Home
Home. The realm of existence I reside in.
Home. The place that I live.
Home. The place where I find warmth and solace in a world otherwise cold and without warmth.
Yet home is not always simply warmth and solace, Home is also where those nightmarish delusions of the world and its denizens continue to haunt me.
Disrupt the daily cycle that is my life, yet I cannot bring myself to dislike these creatures that pester me or incite terror in my heart as...
They are a part of me.
A part of my life and existence.
the creatures that try to control the mind of all they possess in their grip, all that they strangle with a black hand forged from the person's personal darkness that truly is the bane of their existence.
Yet they do not simply stop there; they attempt to gain control of the person in a greed filled desire to have a body to call their own.
Born from the person's darkness, they have no form and lurk only in the possessed's mind and use their body as a vessel to walk among the world of the living that they so dearly wish to be once again.
Yet, if we close our hearts and not allow darkness, fear or doubt into our being or heart, we can avoid such a fate, the fate of being made a parasite that can only leech off a mind that was weakened by fear and empty promises.