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The Curious Case of the Conjured Reality that Lives inside my Mind

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                    My mind simply doesn't yield to my endless plea for rest. I close my eyes to sleep every night, but it seems I hold a chasing contest with slumber nightly where over and over again, I emerge as a sore and tired loser. Sleep, in theory, has been integrated into our instinctive existence to ensure that our body including all the organs inside it, gets to reset, recharge, and rest to function effectively every day. I do not seem to enjoy such an evolutionary reality. Something is wrong with my freaking brain.          From things ethereal to mundane experiences to most kept secrets, my mind keeps on projecting them to me like a vintage view master toy even with my eyes closed. I just wish my mind evolved to be average or even something joyful as idiotic. They say ignorance is bliss. I long to be blissful and be able to find joy from nonsensical earthly issues. I would trade this mi...
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PART 1: THE LEGEND OF THE RAIN

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This story is for the person in my past who I loved so dearly. Our love was my inspiration in writing this short story.     Once upon a time, there was a Rain brought forth by the excruciating throbs of summer. Its beauty, beyond matter. Its power, immeasurable. Its love... Its love is its life...        I had no idea that this insipid element would drench me in a way I'd lose my breath; in a way, I'd lose my sight of what is just and principled; in a way, I'd bury my sanity in one of those hidden rooms of the mighty Erebus.      He came to the room with those rounded eyes that were pundits in feigning confidence. I thought I'd drown in them. His eyes are like rivers silent and deep; murky and mysterious. I wondered as to how many monsters had awaited beneath those rivers--his eyes. Subconsciously, I'd die just pondering upon a lethargic thought of paddling tips of my shaking fingers on those rivers--his eyes. This Rain had an arrogance ...
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Let the Adventure Start... Again.

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                       I am 40. Oh my gosh, I just can't believe that. Early on in my life, I have been known to keep my real age from people. I stopped aging when I was 28. However, at this point in my life, telling people I am 30 would make me a con man because my grey hair and forehead wrinkles would easily give me away.           Where have I been hiding all these years? Well, life happened. I am now a school principal. Well, how about that, huh? After years of ranting about how I wanted to leave everything behind and just go to New Zealand and milk cows for the rest of my sordid life, here I am, a school principal who stresses how to raise funds for my poor, poor school. Don't get me wrong. I know I sound so ungrateful, but I really am not. This profession has always brought me so much joy and on the sides so much integrity and accolades. I willingly succumbed to giving myself to people. ...
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