"Collected Conscious" (my short story) ...
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Collected Conscious ...
A desperate friend who struggles to compete against any interest ever placed toward any other closest to his heart. But of whom "obscure" macarbre undertones to reveal in due time. As just as worthy is the love once fought against/as perhaps now in fighting for, of which can seem one of hard feeling and futile. While to lose yourself within each enchanted flashback, ever to strongly echo throughout each and every warm-hearted whisper, as lovingly shared between cherished friends. But now in feeling both, beaten and broken in life, and with nothing left to lose, as love is now lost. Until at least, when to discover that unique but haunting ability bestowed only to the mis-fortunate few. Or of that holy grail of horror (of sorts). When for those armed only with the frantic fear from the chaotic force of a gathering storm to help guard against he, who's sickened sense of a twisted morality over who's friend and who's foe is now finalised -and so in hunting the most handsome of heart, is to delight in gathering together/and of forcefully peeling away any promising layer of each fertile trait sought after -Or to quite desperately strip bare the psyche in which to clothe oneself, within a type of second skin worn. With second thoughts of love, and with a second chance at friendship. Are to feel quite collected of character (so to speak). So, in continuing to drain, or to deplete the untapped wealth of reward within each unwilling victim. -Which are now contained within that single spirited soul to aid in furthering the flattered thoughts from a fancied friend. And who's efforts can now finally move you, as we ourselves move closer to you, and who take that nervous step forward. But to also take that nerve-racking leap back to return to the nape of her warm and welcoming bosom, and to reside to your thoughts. So that we might inhabit your dreams -and perhaps to even feature as the favoured friend that we once were, but once more. With thanks to one fractured mind, and for the love of two reaching hearts -can each of whom enrich our lives, and our love for all time. Then you may have found that one friend. That true soul mate that'll never leave your side, ever again because to fit in -is to sell out, but in pushing beyond the point from where normality permits, are the weird and the way forward in this world (in thinking ahead) -Warren ...