Dexter is my name. I response to Dex and Density and Dex-xy too. This is a personal blog, so please don't restrain me from expressing myself, how-so-ever. I can get cranky, I can get mad, I can be whatever I want, I can criticize, I can be nice, and last, I can be anything and everything. Welcome to my world, where life is not only ups and downs, it is also red,orange,yellow,green,blue,indigo,violet. Life is a rainbow, and sometimes a dull one, however, if we embrace it well, it will be beautiful.
I don't want to look at it that way, but still,
even if I do, it clearly reflects to be.
How, would I say this, lets just say its not involving me.
With scenes like those, I will never get it away my mind.
And yet, I still do not want to take sides.
Really, its not my problem, but I have this urge to step up,
and wake every participant from their delusions, slap if I may.
I am not thankful to anyone, I feel traumatized,
Feelings of phobia for conflicts surrounded me,
I am unwilling, avoiding, and excluding from every conflict I can.
Don't Try Me.
I dislike loud sounds, sudden and raising of voices.
I will not stand it, but yet, I can't remove my mind from anything, but that.
And from a friend, who commented that life will never be simple.
Parts of me are fighting to agree to this, other parts are fighting away from this ideology.
For me; Life's like that, and deal with it, be it likable or not,
LISTEN to undesirable thoughts.
Alright, I suddenly have an urge to write stories, a novel?
Anyway, I will be posting the story in parts, each with a new post,
I hope it will be interesting, and don't ask me about the plot.
I have not thought of it, I am writing as my mind will allow me to.
Common Eye - P1
Mack, was there, he saw events that took place without his control.
He wanted to walk off, yet his curiosity made his legs glued to the tiled floor.
Then he stared, cold-hard, without a faintest movement of his body,
he witnessed a whole cut-scene of footage, like those you extract from a movie,
preventing the movie to look bad. Real bad.
The whole 1 minute seemed like an hour in ancient times,
where time seemed to pass way slower than it is now.
In that very spot, where Mack stood, he suddenly understood one thing;
humanity is nothing but instinct and a term to name the human species.
Maybe that event that took place would change his life forever. Maybe.
Humans that fight for self-interests are called selfish, yes, the term 'selfish',
self-ness or self-centredness. Regardless of how others think, Mack was firm,
he stood his point and analysed what he thought, he couldn't care about others.
Then he giggled, to his internal being, wondering if he was being selfish.
He knew that if he thought of humanity as pure instinct and self-ness, he would be right.
He wasn't that sort that would leave his internal thoughts unsolved, uncovered.
He went through the ideology again, this time, another elbow-implant was created.
He couldn't care less, he wanted to think it through, he only had 1 minute, although he didn't know.
---To be continued---