The Gatherer Of Hoovesby DarkenedShadesOfRealityChapters|The Prequel Part 2| "Finding Past"|The Prequel Part 3| "Ticking Seconds"|The Prequel Part 4| "Rotten Ambitions"The Gatherer Of Hooves (Part 1?) (TO BE WRITTEN)|The Prequel Part 1| "Facing Death"|The Prequel Part 2| "Finding Past"Who's life shall someone risk? Is it an answer to an unanswerable question? The sword I took, then the hate of a nation... Was it because of my abusive life? Or simply my past sins? I regret... The ways of my soul are now extended into multiple paths in which lurks the true destiny of my double personnality. Will I face something different? “Don't be led astray into the paths of virtue.” -Oscar Wilde Now, it is the darkness of my past that is showing up... I regret, the ex... experiment was another concept, away from my creations of my empty mind. Minds were being under control, but my questions with no answers are right now. Will I become myself again? “Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” -Søren Kierkegaard |The Prequel Part 3| "Ticking Seconds"Is this reality? Or is it just the product of my past activities? It is currently 9 am as my clock plays my theme of awakening. My peacefull schedule for today is just plain nothing. What do I see? Is it a dark force or just my mind getting recognized by my friends? Or my tragic little pony plushie falling because of the air blowing from the window. The end is an answer, my dearest friend... It is an honest clue of your past drama. So be it. As I walk through my kitchen I saw a clue of misery, my friend sleeping on the floor, showing a grin that was probably his last. O.K. now it is already 5 in the afternoon? Or probably another lie by your no so saviour that is hided under your construction of reality. “Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.” -Jessamyn West But, now I feel confronted by a simplistic wave. My limbs are now getting confronted by this realistic thing. This is not fiction, it is the truth. Seconds ticking away from my certain evaporation. What time is it? 7 pm? Time is probably too fast no matter how it is made. As for me, I found fascinating that there is still time left as my body clearly reach another state but without really being so as I feel the thing. Will I become timeless? “Time is an illusion.” -Albert Einstein |The Prequel Part 4| "Rotten Ambitions"Blindly, I crossed my paths of my past, but the fact that my past is still out there is shocking me. I have to wonder if those rotten ambitions are still my master. Is this another bait for me to go in or another little gift from my eternal little rotten ambitions? My thoughts are still on the side of being what I truly wanted to do. I'm still calm in the inside, but if I don't find any answers these ambitions of the past will go to me and then supressions will go back into my behaviours. “I would rather be a little nobody, then to be a evil somebody.” -Abraham Lincoln Will the sun comeback? Or the moon comeback? With evil in hand and my brain full of goodness, what could I become? Is reality hiding my real truth that is about my past? I wish my last words are against my act of worshipping these rotten ambitions. Will I become my true dreams? “Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.” -J. Robert Oppenheimer The Gatherer Of Hooves (Part 1?) (TO BE WRITTEN)One day in the sunny land of Equestria... (To be continued) |The Prequel Part 1| "Facing Death"One day, I was sitting on my chair, eating my dinner on the table that my wife gently prepared for me. It was some delicious mashed potatoes. My brain was then a complicated path beetween the lies of my mind and the complexity of my thoughts, because I choked on a potato piece then I fell unconscious on my kitchen floor. Then visions came to my brain... I was able to see a distant light, the light of the end maybe? Was my deranged life over? "Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile." -Albert Einstein The light slowly faded away when my reality of the things got the best of me. To be sure with all of you, I surely got my past swept, it was a clean restoration of my soul. My past then became my present without me even considering it. Three, two, one, my limbs were swept out of this world in a second. The experiment, I saw it... The truth I didn't. To me things were now over, parts of me are now gone with this non-sense. Will I become death? “If I take death into my life, acknowledge it, and face it squarely, I will free myself from the anxiety of death and the pettiness of life - and only then will I be free to become myself.” -Martin Heidegger
|The Prequel Part 2| "Finding Past"Who's life shall someone risk? Is it an answer to an unanswerable question? The sword I took, then the hate of a nation... Was it because of my abusive life? Or simply my past sins? I regret... The ways of my soul are now extended into multiple paths in which lurks the true destiny of my double personnality. Will I face something different? “Don't be led astray into the paths of virtue.” -Oscar Wilde Now, it is the darkness of my past that is showing up... I regret, the ex... experiment was another concept, away from my creations of my empty mind. Minds were being under control, but my questions with no answers are right now. Will I become myself again? “Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” -Søren Kierkegaard
|The Prequel Part 3| "Ticking Seconds"Is this reality? Or is it just the product of my past activities? It is currently 9 am as my clock plays my theme of awakening. My peacefull schedule for today is just plain nothing. What do I see? Is it a dark force or just my mind getting recognized by my friends? Or my tragic little pony plushie falling because of the air blowing from the window. The end is an answer, my dearest friend... It is an honest clue of your past drama. So be it. As I walk through my kitchen I saw a clue of misery, my friend sleeping on the floor, showing a grin that was probably his last. O.K. now it is already 5 in the afternoon? Or probably another lie by your no so saviour that is hided under your construction of reality. “Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.” -Jessamyn West But, now I feel confronted by a simplistic wave. My limbs are now getting confronted by this realistic thing. This is not fiction, it is the truth. Seconds ticking away from my certain evaporation. What time is it? 7 pm? Time is probably too fast no matter how it is made. As for me, I found fascinating that there is still time left as my body clearly reach another state but without really being so as I feel the thing. Will I become timeless? “Time is an illusion.” -Albert Einstein
|The Prequel Part 4| "Rotten Ambitions"Blindly, I crossed my paths of my past, but the fact that my past is still out there is shocking me. I have to wonder if those rotten ambitions are still my master. Is this another bait for me to go in or another little gift from my eternal little rotten ambitions? My thoughts are still on the side of being what I truly wanted to do. I'm still calm in the inside, but if I don't find any answers these ambitions of the past will go to me and then supressions will go back into my behaviours. “I would rather be a little nobody, then to be a evil somebody.” -Abraham Lincoln Will the sun comeback? Or the moon comeback? With evil in hand and my brain full of goodness, what could I become? Is reality hiding my real truth that is about my past? I wish my last words are against my act of worshipping these rotten ambitions. Will I become my true dreams? “Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.” -J. Robert Oppenheimer
The Gatherer Of Hooves (Part 1?) (TO BE WRITTEN)One day in the sunny land of Equestria... (To be continued)
|The Prequel Part 1| "Facing Death"One day, I was sitting on my chair, eating my dinner on the table that my wife gently prepared for me. It was some delicious mashed potatoes. My brain was then a complicated path beetween the lies of my mind and the complexity of my thoughts, because I choked on a potato piece then I fell unconscious on my kitchen floor. Then visions came to my brain... I was able to see a distant light, the light of the end maybe? Was my deranged life over? "Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile." -Albert Einstein The light slowly faded away when my reality of the things got the best of me. To be sure with all of you, I surely got my past swept, it was a clean restoration of my soul. My past then became my present without me even considering it. Three, two, one, my limbs were swept out of this world in a second. The experiment, I saw it... The truth I didn't. To me things were now over, parts of me are now gone with this non-sense. Will I become death? “If I take death into my life, acknowledge it, and face it squarely, I will free myself from the anxiety of death and the pettiness of life - and only then will I be free to become myself.” -Martin Heidegger
