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Is that alright? This way that I’m feeling, is it alright?
“Am I deranged?” I frequently asked myself, pushing all the suspicions aside. I did trust you blindly.

The happening is not the worst; it is surely not the fact that you did it. Hiding it, lying, pretending and faking was injustifiable. For what sake?
All those moments I was feeling glad for knowing you had someone to hold your back and help you, to be there for you while I was far and, let’s be honest, alone; they were painful then.
They are even more now – like sharp needles poking at a sore point.

Was I deranged when I thought we could blindly trust each other? I’ve been frequently shown that this is nothing but an ilusion – beautiful and convenient illusion, yet a hurtful one.

You left my head in a maelstrom of thoughts and emotions. Emotions come and go while thoughts race through the sea of tears.
Am I deranged for still trying to make it work? For not being strong enough to end this?
Am I deranged for being only sad and not upset?
Am I deranged?

Am I deranged for loving? Or is it that Love itself is deranged?

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 03.10.2014 @ 4:22 pm


The world keeps spinning. Time goes as usual. Lives go on as usual, nothing has really changed. Everything is still the same.
Yet, meanwhile, it all seems different: the time goes slowly as expectancies get higher and higher, and it still looks so far, so far. As far as ever even though that is not exactly true.
Sometimes it is excruciatingly painful living like this, expecting, hoping. Hope is as much a strength as it is a weakness; I hope mine to be the first, never the latter.

Meanwhile he sleeps… Like a sweet baby expecting caress, hoping for someone who is yet to come.

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 12.09.2013 @ 1:58 pm


You made it all change, turned everything upside down and showed me the other side. It was an instant; no time for thinking, no time for reasoning, no time for second thoughts. There was no time but to feel. And it feels good here, it feels surprisingly good.
You were the typhoon in my life.
With your exquisite manners and good will, your affection, your thoughtfulness and caring personality you shook my world and threw me off my foundations. I embraced the change, it feels good here.
“Let’s build the new foundations together?”.
My grip tightens, it feels good here. It surely feels good being with you.

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 12.02.2013 @ 9:37 pm


The trumpets roared. It was finally time!
We started walking, firmly. Unsheathing our swords and pointing them to the sky, the sun rays glimmering on their tips and leaving our opponents squinting. We had no chance, we knew it.But we kept walking together, heads held high.
The past decade brought us together and now it was time to show the meaning of a fellowship as high hopes and spirits kept us in our lines, together.
Together we were brought once, together we were now and henceforth together we would stay. Forever. Whether we perished on the battlefield or we let the trumpets roar again, as a sign of victory.
It was time! It was the time to love.

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 11.30.2013 @ 11:35 am


I imagine the day you’ll be with me, when I can look deep into your eyes and finally kiss you. I imagine the day when I’ll be able to hold your hand, to feel your arms around me, to feel your heat.
You stenciled your heart onto mine. Cut through my defenses and found it inside, deep down there, and eventually you made me love you. And so I do, strongly and deeply.
I love you with all my strength and I’ll always will.

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 11.29.2013 @ 7:26 pm


The Past is gone and buried. It is beyond doubt that we cannot change it, everyone knows it. At least for some. What if it’s not true?
The Present is a mighty weapon. What if it is only a differente point of view what’s needed to change it? Our feelings, our emotions… They can make it different. In the end the past is only a matter of opinion and if our values and opinions change so can change our perception of the Past.

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 10.10.2013 @ 9:56 am


Today I don’t feel like writing about the word. It is surely not a mirage what I’m feeling. And I surely do not like thinking it might be.
The distance is too much to bear and still we have somehow managed to do it.
My heart rate increases whenever our eyes meet, whenever your smile shows, whenever your laugh echoes. I am changed everytime you are sweet, chills crossing my whole body while my inside burns; and I feel warm…. warm as never before.
And yet it is cold. It is cold outside, the distance being a tight ice cage around me, the time the shackles around my heart. And you…you are the fire burning inside me attempting to free me from them, but simultaneously pulling them tighter, and tighter, and tighter.
My saviour and torturer, are we a mirage?

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 09.26.2013 @ 3:49 pm


You cost me everything I have. Your deceits, false support, you’re cunningly exquisite manners. The decoy of my fortune, omen of my despair.
Now you shall perish with me, down to the shadows, locked inside the dungeons of Molten Maze.

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 06.27.2013 @ 9:31 pm


I am incomplete. I am unfinished. A masterpiece nonetheless, but tremendously incomplete for I cannot understand the basics. I am unable to unable to understand this world, its people, its Nature. Or even myself for that matter.

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 06.21.2013 @ 12:44 pm


Trust me, we won’t tumble. Just hold my hand firmly and I will protect you from the upcoming dangers. We need to do this together, though, for I cannot do it all by myself.
Things may not be as they seem, and you may not perceive the dangers we’ll be in, but I have it, perseverance turned me into a fighter and now I have it: the Eye of Foreseeing.

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 06.19.2013 @ 9:56 am


I couldn’t sleep and just kept looking blankly at the ceiling. Nothing happened, no sound, no movement or flickering of light. But then, something changed.
I wasn’t looking at the ceiling anymore. It was not my room anymore, there were some huge doors in front of me.
It is an entrance. The entrance to madness. It aches here, on the other side of the world.

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 10.18.2012 @ 1:50 am


Mass. A confusing mass is what our mind is. Brain is no more that a bunch of confusing and seemingly inexplicable cell’s connections. When one is cut off, what happens?
You get the other side. The one that’s not your self. A whole new bunch of possibilities, or rather… Irreabilities?

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 10.08.2012 @ 5:50 pm


He asked her if she had had any affair during the last 2 months, to what she answered veemently that she hadn’t. Although obviously lying he believed her and, in his inocence, never got to know the affairs she had kept during the past half a year.

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 09.25.2012 @ 8:56 pm


Before there were no cries. Before there was no pain. Before there were no tears. Before.
But you can not take it back, you can not come back to where we were, we can not go back to our happy times, there are none now. At least not with you.
Sometimes I think we have the power to make options, that different paths are at our reach to choose them. I no longer feel like that. Life has insisted on showing me we don’t really have a word to tell about our destiny, it is somehow previously set up.
I was bound to be a happy person, just not with you. Your destiny let your opportunity go.

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 09.25.2012 @ 2:56 am


She crept out of the tunnel, her teeth grinding and her hands shaking badly. I had never seen her so afraid of something. When she entered the passage she was as happy as always, with that bright grin of hers, but now her face could indicate she had seen death itself.
It was dark here too, although not as much as it must have been inside the small passage, so it was possible to, with some effort, see each other and some of the walls around us.
But then, out of nowhere I heard a thud and a scream – Sally was being dragged and pushed to the floor by some disgusting and wretched creature. Now I was afraid too, something was attacking her as she kept screaming in pain, but I couldn’t see a thing…

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 09.24.2012 @ 5:54 am

She crept out of the tunnel, his teeth grinding and his hands shaking badly. I had never seen her so afraid of something. When she entered the passage she was as happy as always, with that bright grin of hers, but now her face could indicate she had seen death itself.
It was dark here too, although not as much as it must have been inside the small passage, so it was possible to, with some effort, see each other and some of the walls around us.
But then, out of nowhere I heard a thud and Sally screamed as she was pushed to the floor by some disgusting and wretched creature. Now I was afraid too, something was attacking her as she kept screaming in pain, but I couldn’t see a thing..

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 09.24.2012 @ 5:52 am


Oh people… They’re a funny thing! One moment he’s ugly, the other the light in your world. Once she had an incredible doctor outfit, but the next moment he was acting like the most ignorant being I’ve ever known dressed as a hobo.
She, He? Who could that be? They are people, they are us.
There are all kinds for you to choose, just don’t let them go loose. Pick your small pet on the nearest store. Your synthetic twin soul, by People.

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 09.22.2012 @ 8:16 pm


“The trial will now begin! Raise your weapons men, the condemned will now climb to the pulpit
You very well know the crimes and barbarities this man has committed, we all think of him as a wretched being and yet, I wonder, he is not so evil as one might think.
His thieveries, corrupt acts and violations of the laws are nothing compared to our indifference to this man’s misery. How can we live proudful, with our heads held high, after we’ve passed right next this poor hobo completely ignoring his dying offsprings? How could we constantly deny this family the conditions they truly deserved? How could we let his only relatives die and now claim our right to call death upon him?
Guys, shoot everyone here that saw this man at least once and denied him the aid he always miserably, though politely, asked!
*Guns reluctantly pointing everywhere, comrades apparently ready to thoughtlessly kill each other, pointing their guns to the person next to them*
You are now thinking what is the reason behind this doing? There is none, don’t you see? There is no logic on condemning a man obliged by our stone-cold hearts to commit those actions when we refused to help him and take him out of that miserable situation. None!
I dare you punish yourselves for being this heartless. We do deserve to be punished after all for our egocentrism, our egotism, our ridiculous self-centred way of living!
Change yourself, change the others, and ultimately change the World!”

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 09.21.2012 @ 3:02 pm


There is no nice way to begin a conversation in which you are going to tell a person she is going to die. Even though everyone knows it since their first day of life, as Death is intricately connected and inherent to Life.
So how can Zombies tell Humans they are going to get bitten to death? They can’t, those wretched beings. No wonder they are just a bunch of near lifeless, grumble-making beings, their fatidic being the account for their poor social skills.

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 09.20.2012 @ 12:03 pm


What are you claiming? That I have the obligation of complying with your nonsensical rules? Especially when they were implemented to your sole advantage!
I am no slave of yours and my actions shall not be determined by your dictations!
And so Death will not fall upon me. Immortality is within my reach dear Nature, and I will grasp her.
I am the Alchemist of Existance, some insist on calling me Fate.

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 09.19.2012 @ 12:25 pm


You’re a very nice girl. I actually very much like you, your touch, your silky skin… The way you swear at me with that soft voice of yours. I’m happy despite the fact that you rarely answer me.
Until that day when you completely ceased communication. No more talks, phone calls, interaction, smiles…
You vanished on that car accident, your bluish cold body cast aside on the road as if equal to waste. Your unique features were all that remained, as a distant reminiscence of your angelical brightness.

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 09.18.2012 @ 11:52 am


We have always been together
We were inseparable, just as the ying calls for the yang and that means the other. Nonetheless now our paths have departed. And matter no more means antimatter, and fire no longer means combustion just as air no longer means breathing.
The Earth is gone. Life and death are one and only, and so is immortality. Time is lost in the annals of history…

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 09.17.2012 @ 12:39 pm


I was seeing flashes. The last 5 minutes (or was it seconds?) were passing through my eyes, inside my mind.
My lungs were throbbing and my heart was pounding badly. When I came back to the surface I had just swallowed a litre of water. But I was alive.
Alive to tell the story, and that bullet-hole on my leg was the proof I needed.

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 09.16.2012 @ 1:32 pm


His world is different from that of the rest of us. It’s a horrible thing to see, as he does, a plainly dull and colourless world through that thin veil called blindness.
Oh Blindness… I still remember those times when you were just a distant curious oddity. How I sought your company back then, not to see those cruelties and barbarisms of this planet Vision insisted on presenting me with.
Life does change extremely fast; how I despise you now my old friend. Why have you come after me, you treacherously ruthless little scoundrel? Leeching on my happy world, turning it into this… Get away! Leave me alone.

Give me back my true friend! Give me back Vision. I don’t want to live inside this veil anymore, I want the reality…

» Posted By Ishimimoto On 09.15.2012 @ 10:03 pm

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