The Creaking Chair - Part XXV
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The Creaking Chair – Part XXV 12th September 1990 There are days when your body and mind craves for a fight it can be in a brawl in a bar or a war of words and emotions with your dear ones but there are days when you just crave for some kind of a outlet of course you don’t want to really hurt anyone or get hurt yourself – physically or emotionally but you want to have that rush of adrenaline to cleanse your system The feeling is like that of a rusty door frame the hinges are crying out to come out – to break into dusty forms and yet holding on too afraid of the sound of a falling door as if it would break the slumber of a sleeping giant in the room and that can not be good, is it? The dichotomy of emotions at that moment, it’s like the sound of wind slowly gaining speed before a storm they say silence is the deepest before a storm I disagree, I think it is after the storm that the silence really kicks in when you realize the magnitude and reality of the destruction caused