Snippets and Stories: (I) All In Your Head

Shir knew what it was. It was all in their head.

There was nothing holding them back but the chains they clapped upon their own wrists.

It's all in your mind.

And yet he couldn't shake them off.

Couldn't--or wouldn't?

Was this what they wanted?

The throbbing worsened and Shir raised a hand to rub at their temple wearily. It was tiresome.

Everything was his own fault and no one else's. But it didn't stop him from wanting to blame others. It was just so much easier to find fault in others than it was to find it in himself, though he knew better than anyone that they were there.

Looking in the mirror now he could see them.

Staring back at him was one who had lost their resolve.

But if he'd lost it, then maybe it wasn't all that strong a resolution to begin with.

Strange. What did he want?

The longing was still there, but missing was the motivation, the desire.

Sometimes, Shir thought, he must be insane. For nothing was making sense out of the nonsensical, except with the same absurdity itself.

Ludicrous, but with just enough logic to put the "sense" in "nonsense".