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Diminished. Part One. bAll in one.A simple multipurpose toolJust shy of perfection by one flaw.Six o'clock in the morning, on the dot. Flinging the covers aside with great enthusiasm and a huge grin to match it, Nigel was ready for another day. Leaping to his feet and then striking a pose with both arms above his head flexing and a "oh yeah" was the next step in starting off the day. Nigel had a healthy vibe about him and he made sure to begin with a positive attitude if he wanted similar results for himself. After going through the rest of his morning duties, which consisted of stretches and exercise, breakfast, dressing, and then taking time to tidy up the small room, in that order, Nigel grabbed a leather strap on the bottom middle part of one of the walls and hoisted it up.He was in a storage unit, among many others. The whole area was filled with numerous piles of metal and debris everywhere. Such areas were used to dispose of scrap parts. This was Nigel's domain. He enjoyed tinkering with bits and
T.o.m.b 1aMany strange and wondrous things exist in this world. There's nature that has its magical ways of growth and secrets. There is also mankind with its work in the sciences and advancements as a race. Both have their devastating sides as well. Volcanoes, earthquakes, and hurricanes for nature to name a few; guns, missiles, and nuclear warheads for humans are commonly known about. However, I feel most are easily forgetful of one power we humans have that is constantly abused for good and evil each day.The power of words.A chilled Sunday morning. Finely packed snow covered the city as it continued to shower down. It was the first week of January. Littered on most sidewalks and curbs were the homeless accompanied by trash and debris. One couldn't go more than two blocks without passing by a man or woman huddled for warmth from the harsh element of winder or enough garbage to satisfy three or more dumpsters.What a mess.A man dressed in a mix of rags and scraps lied up against one side of
Sanity is for chumps.Do you ever just..A gentle breeze can set just the right mood for a summer day as it coolsone's skin off with this Sun's rays heating it in equal competition.Too cold? Grab a pullover.Warmer than you wanted it to be? Take it off then.An easily adaptable circumstance in most cases, especially when there arenot multiple bullets missing your body by mere millimeters and you can'tspare a second to wipe the sweat off your brow as you are dashing for nearcover. Do you ever just..It is a wonder how the world operates currently. In one location a SaudiArabian man barely gets through his day with the ragged clothes he wears,a mind focused mainly on surviving the next night, an empty stomach, and aHeineken bottle cap in his left pocket from last week. In another area thereis a Caucasian man who sits in his cubicle on the twenty-third floor, oneleg over the other, biting the eraser end of his pencil as he debates inhis head over whether he should go out with his buddies late
Empty skies.You are a bird.It doesn't matter what kind of bird so long as it isn't a flightless one. (Ostrich, chicken, etcetera)Each day you wake with one main goal: to fly high and fly even higher than yesterday. Everyone else is a bird with the same idea in mind. And in order to fly higher than normal, you need to find and share special and unique feathers that are hidden around the world to add to your wings. Not all these feathers are good and some can only be used once one is ready for them. (Based on strength, wit, achievements, you name it)Now imagine that you were born with a birth defect in your wings, making it tougher for you to fly. You find plenty of feathers, but the majority you add and test out don't go well with your wings and cause you to crash back to earth time and time again. You don't know why that is because you subconsciously forget this disability of yours with so much going on in the world around you only to remember it again later, and strive to do better. Some days
This child's words.Dear parents,Do you remember those days when I wasn't acting my cheery self?Those moments when my expression is one similar to sulking or simply sad?A night when I look like I've "lost my best friend"?Have you considered it to be depression? Not because I was disappointed about something or someone insulted me. A depression that has been around far before anyone would have noticed and not triggered by outside forces.This is my depression.A constant influence that lingers just outside the naked eye's perception. Most days it hides away inside my mind, or heart (wherever you believe it would reside), calm and non-threatening. And then it erupts to the surface without even a split second of warning. The best worldly example I have for it is a tsunami, except you only know of its presence once you are struck by it. And you know there is no repelling or escaping it. You must wait for the water level to descend and then continue on with your days. Unlike a tsunami though, it isn't as c