Stories, and then Some...

one night, a creature of contradiction buried its fangs into my chest, making my heart skip not a few beats, leaving behind tell-tale marks that asked not a few questions about the nature of order and chaos.

in some dark alley, a harbinger of chaos strayed me into a labyrinth of streets in that unexplored city full of throbbing memories. it whispered some strange stories: spies being sent out to see the comings and goings at someone's door, secret departures and undeclared battles, and surreal abandonment in the name of one single precious moment.

it made me wonder if chaos was our answer to the tedious futility of order, if chaos was meant to unravel things so that we can use the pieces to create something new...

once, an impossible monster made me think of possibilities just waiting at the tips of my fingers, of the necessities of wandering to know where we belong, of leaving so that we can have a reason to stay.

but i too am a creature of contradiction. and since my reality is expressed in a complicated theory of too many knotted strings, i use my tongue to write the wrong words in my palate. i use my fingers to send out signals i do not mean.

"what remains unspoken breeds demons." - Dean Francis Alfar