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Reckoning

In this suspenseful narrative, the protagonist navigates a complex moral landscape, confronting the consequences of past actions and the quest for redemption. more

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D.L. Maddox

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“He was lovable the way a child is lovable, and he was capable of returning love with a childlike purity. If love is nevertheless excluded from his work, it's because he never quite felt that he deserved to receive it. He was a lifelong prisoner on the island of himself. What looked like gentle contours from a distance were in fact sheer cliffs. Sometimes only a little of him was crazy, sometimes nearly all of him, but, as an adult, he was never entirely not crazy. What he'd seen of his id while trying to escape his island prison by way of drugs and alcohol, only to find himself even more imprisoned by addiction, seems never to have ceased to be corrosive of his belief in his lovability. Even after he got clean, even decades after his late-adolescent suicide attempt, even after his slow and heroic construction of a life for himself, he felt undeserving. And this feeling was intertwined, ultimately to the point of indistinguishability, with the thought of suicide, which was the one sure way out of his imprisonment; surer than addiction, surer than fiction, and surer, finally, than love.”

“Why did the god of the Western Bible got annoyed when people were united, speaking the same language, and building a high tower together with zero hatred? The god of the Western Bible divided the people and caused confusion amongst themselves ...dividing them into small tribes. Just like how the West did to the African continent. History is mind-blowing.”

“You were my beloved lacrimarium, my purgatoryx, a red light candle night; a wide lost room in our love's dimension. You were the sunlight reflected upon the moon's eyes, the zephyr of dawn that fell down so conscious. You were my broken unguentarium, a paradox, my funerary and my resurrection. You were the sword and the wound; I was the pain and its sorrow. You were my beloved lacrimarium; once a funereal monody - now my heart's unguentarium and this eternal melody.”

“Ain't The Center (The Sonnet) You are the Alpha, You are Omega. You are Altair, You are the Vega. You are the distance, You are the contact. You are the runner, You are the racetrack. You are the race, You are the prize. You are torchbearer, You are the light. You ain't the center of the universe. For in reality, you are the universe.”