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At the end of the Tunnel (Part 2: Realization)


Part II: Realization

Another long, eerie silence. Something that worries me a lot. But I’m so exhausted, I started to don’t care. I still don’t know if I can or will even survive. I am just waiting for this to end, I know it will, soon. I was starting to accept my situation when I heard something again. But unlike before, the sound was soothing, calming. It was so relaxing that my tensed body started to loosen up. I felt like floating from air, cradled by soft clouds providing a cozy and warm feeling. The sound gave me the strength to hang on, to keep on believing. As the sound continue to calm my agitation, I slowly regain the strength that I have exhausted for quite some time. I don’t know what it was nor where it came from but suprisingly, for the very first time, I feel SAFE.

Undoubtedly calming. I never heard such a very soothing sound. There are varying pitch, a peaceful tone arrange in a pattern that seem to be related to one another. I can still hear some garbled but it was soft and seem to follow a certain pattern also. I wonder who are making those sounds and why. “Does the sound mean something? Is it the answer to my frantic scream a while ago? How am I suppose to respond?” A lot of question still linger regarding the source and the purpose of that sound. Yet, I don’t feel scared and not even a hint of anxiety. I may not understand what it meant but the sound seem to keep me secure. Something that I long for quite some time now; to feel safe, secure and finally at PEACE.


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Likha Niron © October 8, 2007
Repost and edited. Initially posted on my friendster blog last October 8, 2007 under "At the end of the Tunnel (Part 2)" title.   

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At the end of the Tunnel (Part 1: Awakening)


Part I: Awakening

Dark, Wet and Eerie. In the midst of unknown, I tremble. I've been screaming for long hours hoping that someone will hear me, but my attempt was futile. I tried to move my limbs, struggling to get out in this mysterious encasement. Again, I failed. "Am I Dead? Am I buried alive?" The thought scares me. "Why me? Why now? How about my dreams, my ambition, my . . . " As tears start touching my cheeks, I suddenly realized that I can’t remember anything. My dreams, my ambition, my past… I can’t even remember how I got where I am now. No matter how hard I tried, I can’t. I just can’t. The last thing I remember was when I was screaming on the top of my lungs. And before that, NOTHING.

A Dream. This is just a dream. That explains everything. Does it? I’ve been in this place for long hours now. "Can I just be dreaming?" But I can feel that my naked body is dampen by an unknown liquid. "If I’m not dreaming, then what? Am I a guinea pig of a neurotic mad scientist? Have I been abducted?" Thoughts came running through my head. Endless possibilities of what might have happened. Raped, Kidnapped by alien, buried alive or a even victim of some sick practical joke. I can’t fathom what is happening nor why it should happen to me. "Have I done something wrong, something despicable to deserve what I’m experiencing now? What have I done . . . WHAT?!?"

My long silence was disturbed by the sudden movements around me. An invisible force making my surroundings to have a ripple-like movement. Something seems to be so familiar yet I can’t remember it. Suddenly, I heard something, like a murmur or a very garbled sound. I can’t understand what it was. That adds to my anxiety which makes me so agitated. With my remaining strength, I gave my strongest kick, hoping it will go away. But I was wrong. It seems that my action encourages more garbled sounds coming from different directions. My agitation turns into phobia, a fear of something I can’t even understand. And that makes it scarier, more traumatic. I was struggling, kicking in all direction, screaming and crying at the same time like there was no tomorrow. I’m already losing hope, FAST.

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Likha Niron © October 8, 2007
Repost and edited. Initially posted on my friendster blog last October 8, 2007 under "At the end of the Tunnel (Part 1)" title.   


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Letters to the Author: Plagiarism

Dear Plagiarism:

I woke up one day with a strong urge to write.
Write not only about my dreams but my thoughts and my ideals.
A timid person like me dread to say what’s on my mind, what more in writing.
I falter a couple times, but that didn’t discourage me.
With all my fears set aside, I started scribbling.
I wrote my dreams, my ideals, my thoughts with no apprehension.
and then one day, I stop.
I stop not because there are no ideas to be written nor dreams to be told.
But because you stole my thoughts.

hatefully yours,

Originality

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Likha Niron © February 2009
Repost and edited. Initially posted on my friendster blog last February 12, 2009 under "Stolen Thoughts" title.   

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Letters to the Author: Blog

Dear Blog,
Je suis désolé.  I hope you wont take it against me for not writing you for quite some time. Err, okay, I’m sorry for not writing  for the past days weeks?, OKAY MONTHS. I did write once. Anyway, I’m really contemplating of creating one helluva, kickass blog site. Something that is worth reading, worth adding to favorites or bookmark, something worthy for a news paper article, something worthy of an entire episode of Oprah. Tough one, eh?  Well, I guess I have to say bye-bye to Procrastination and say hello to, err, Consistency? The point is I want to unload all of my random thoughts, evil plans, secret fantasy and hodgepodge of angst , rants and rage from my brain. Or else I have to buy an external brain to contain all of that. Also, I’ve been hearing that the voices in my head are planning to sue me. They’re claiming my random thoughts are now occupying the space they use to have. tsk tsk tsk.
Sad, eh? Anyway, i guess we’ll be seeing each other more often. *fingers’ crossed, toes’ crossed*  I just hope the Procrastination found a new friend somewhere else and never hang out with me again. Or else, this will be another one-post-wonder, if there is such a thing. Well, that’s all for now, my friend. I’ll be writing you more often.
a renewed blogger
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Likha Niron © August 2006
Repost and edited. Initially posted on my friendster blog last August 15, 2006 under "Letters" title.  

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Letters to the Author: Procrastination

Have been thinking of creating a blog for God knows how long already. It's only now that I manage to create one. Have so many things in mind that if I don’t let it out, I may end up in a Mental Institution. Frankly, I’m still having doubts if I can post this message or if I won’t delete it soon. You know, having so many creative ideas, thought-provoking opinions, and witty comments are not enough to have a blog. Of course, who would want to post their thoughts in lousy, unmaintained blogsite?  

Haay, as I have assumed, it took me years to publish this post. The irony is this was supposed to be a "quickpost.” No funky graphics, no witty remarks, no thought-provoking philosophies, just plain and simple comments posted on the very same day it was created. But no, you won’t allow me to do that. Why, oh Procrastination, why? Why won’t you spare me? A year or so is enough. Just let me live my life without you. That’s all I’m asking.
 
Bidding you goodbye,
 
Ex-procrastinator 

P.S. First paragraph was created on January 6, 2006, while the second was created today, January 9, 2006. 

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Likha Niron © January 2006
Repost and edited. Initially posted on my friendster blog last January 9, 2006 under "Just Post It" title.

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