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Learn. Grow. Resolution.The wind blows through me. Trees rustling from the wind. In the distance, I see a Shinto shrine like temple. My fist clenches tightly from the memories of my defeat earlier from the girl. "Learn again. This time from great masters because whoever taught you sucks." Those words ring inside my mind. Did my master taught me faulty techniques that yield no benefit or did he set me up. I am in inquiry and there is only one person to fulfill my wondering curiosity. I urgently walk to the temple and arrive at the dual doors. They're unlocked. I forcefully open them and there before me is a man. A familiar old man. Muscular, gray hair pushed to the back of the scalp from his half-balding head, wearing a dark blue bandana on his left arm with some unreadable characters. He is praying. Praying while wielding prayer beads wrapped around his hands. "Master!" Anger and confusion instills my voice.
He turns his head. His eyes emits a fierce blue light. He blinks once and it was gone. In its place wa
Shattered Soul in SolaceTears. Tears of fear. Fear of losing. Fear of letting myself fail. I cried from my soul. I cried. I bang the floor with my fists with all my might. My mind echoes the same message: "WHY DID I LOSE!?" Everything I have trained for, my mind, body, soul, commitment. All for this moment. Only to lose to your opponent while it took them minimum effort to beat me. I punched the floor thrice. Blood. Blood from my mistakes. From me being confident. I lost it when she punched me. I thought I was invincible. I thought I was strong. I was wrong.
Alas, my mind, my ego, my goal of being the best there is disappeared. Nothing rang in my mind. Rage, hatred, bravery...nothing. I was in a state of nothingness. Yet, I smiled. Freedom. That word suddenly appeared within my thoughts. In that instant, I knew what it means. I was free from the delusions of my so called "invincibility" and my goal of becoming the "best there is."
There are no such things....they were never real to begin with.
As I smiled wit
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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