Creative Writing on PessoaEssay title: Creative Writing on PessoaIs life worth living, if you donât see anything in front of youâŠ?.ââOh night in which the stars feign light, all night that alone is the size of Universe, make me, body and soul, part of your body, so that-being near darkness- Iâll lose myself and become night as well without any dreams as stars within me, nor a hoped for sun shining with the futureâ (F.Pessoa, âBook of Disquietâ, passage 280 ). How do I begin to tell you the story of myself? To tell you how hard it is to fight with the inner you? Let me try to express my feelings about the story, which I would never read again, the story of myself.
âIs it worth to live, if you donât see anything in front of you: neither your future, nor what you want from your life?â I was walking towards the ocean and was thinking about my lifeâs mistakes. Life got totally screwed up, everything went wrong. Before, I was an example of the perfect man: I was studying and dreaming about the future, I did not do anything abnormal, and I was proud of myself. And who am I now? The person, – who lost himself in this world; in the ocean of mistakes and uncertainty. I did a lot of stupid things, and even realized that I never tried to change my lifeâ
The weather this night was beautiful: the sky was surprisingly clear, and it seemed that every star was like a mirror, which reflected your image. He reached the beach, sat on the sand and his look stared far away. Refreshing breeze was coming from the side of the ocean and moon shone far away in the sky. He was afraid of the thoughts in his head and scared of them becoming a reality. Somehow he felt that something was going to happen, maybe all of it was just a wish to change his life, no one would know that, only stars and the moon could predict the future and they were âlaughingâ at him seeing him struggling.
He was looking far away in this big tunnel of darkness, trying to find out something new, trying to see her, the woman of his dreams. He closed his eyes just for one moment, and his mind flew away somewhere very far, somewhere he was dreaming to be. In this moment he felt that someone came to him from behind: had put their head on his shoulder, gently kissed his neck, touched his cheek, – his heart started to beat faster and even harder. But he realized that all it was just an illusion, he only dreamed about it and somewhere at the bottom of his soul, he hoped it all would become a reality. He land back on the sand and barely kept himself from crying. It really hurts. It seemed like his heart wanted to stop, but the soul could not cope with that because
In what seems like an eternity, a long-buried dream, he was being chased by the dark forces.
At first he couldn’t escape, the Dark One had been stalking him, but when he finally woke up in the dark with a very bright and beautiful light, he couldn’t resist the temptation of going back to look for her and she just disappeared. From that moment onwards, nothing seemed to be happening. Not even a single thought had come to her. He couldn’t even be sure where she was going, what he was doing in this strange cave of his. No doubt they were just trying to kill him, but he was still in a strange state of wonder.
After a day and a half of intense sleep for this long, he woke up.
He felt so completely relaxed that he felt like he was being pushed through a real space or some sort of portal, his mind was in a great deal of peace. A few moments later, he was suddenly on the ground, completely surrounded by what felt like thousands of corpses.
The creature began to approach him for no longer a long time, it stopped and looked at him, he quickly began to shake his head. It didn’t hesitate, and for his whole moment without even thinking about her, he felt like he had been crushed to pieces. The creature was suddenly about 6′ tall and covered in several layers of white hair.
It stopped, it stopped, it stopped.
It couldn’t move at all as if waiting for it to finish. To be able to move, there must have been some kind of power and something had to be said. He knew this wasn’t something he wanted to hear, but he could just feel that somewhere in his mind, there was something in his own mind that he wanted to believe in, that he could somehow tell something. And he was going to make it up to him, even if he didn’t know where it was in that instant. With such a little amount of courage, he couldn’t even believe that this thing had been doing this all the time. So, he started taking notes, he was even just thinking aloud; I don’t know at the moment, even now in this dream though, at that moment everything finally changed. He could see in this blank space, the body of his dreams had changed to another reality. The entire dark energy in the whole cave became clearer, he realized he was actually talking to himself.
It felt like nothing had happened during that time, it didn’t even feel like it was happening at all. It was just that none of his body language in the dream was true.
The Dark ones had attacked him, he had come to see this as something out of reality or something. He looked up, only to see a strange body floating on the ground behind him. It