Oscar Castillo

2 months ago | medium.com | Oscar Castillo

Under what conditions can we be we? Oscar Castillo·Follow3 min read·--There isn’t a word for me. I slither through the world unseen. I wriggle between rocks and nest. I saw a soul the other day. They did not see me. I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or horribly offended. I gather myself at night. I look at the bleakness peering through. There is always a light. But I think light is mistaken many times. It is seen as hopeful release.

Jan 20, 2025 | medium.com | Oscar Castillo

Who are the devils in our society? Oscar Castillo·Follow5 min read·--It was Wednesday again. The sun kissed his face. The dirt underneath clung to his cheeks with desperation. The noise of the highway bothered him. His hairs were brushing against the base of the highway. He could not relax and sleep again. He groaned. He rose up and examined his tattered clothing. The plaid, torn fabric he wore for a shirt had developed a stench overnight.

Jan 19, 2025 | medium.com | Oscar Castillo

Oscar Castillo·Follow4 min read·--“The best way to keep a prisoner from escaping is to make sure he never knows he’s in prison” — Fyodor DostoyevskyWhy do I think, bleed, or exist, I wonder every day when I awake. I look around I’ve got four big walls. They could crush me under their weight and now two things have died. What will take their place? Another me? Another 4 walls? Nothing. I get up every morning and knock on all four walls. I check to see everything is okay.

Jan 15, 2025 | medium.com | Oscar Castillo

Hello God it’s me, GermOscar Castillo·Follow4 min read·--It was there, it seemed. I was certain It had spoke to me. The Voice somehow came through clearly and understandably as though it were speaking English. I could tell, however, it was not actually speaking any known language or, in fact, in a human voice at all. I said, “God, I know it’s you. Listen, whatever you’ve heard about me, I tell you it’s not true.” I paused for a second. “Okay.

Jan 15, 2025 | medium.com | Oscar Castillo

What will it take for you to recognize yourself? Oscar Castillo·Follow9 min read·--He woke up scared. His heart pounded. He clutched his chest and looked around. His room was dark but he could make out enough to know nothing had changed. At first he was relieved. Then, it began. The thunder in his chest started drumming its dreadful beat. It hurt to live again. It hurt to dream. But where could he turn? Everyone sought him for strength but strength had begun to elude him.