"come on, come on holy roman empire, come on if you think, you can take us all, you and whose army, you and your cronies"

a possible segment in a short story i'm in the works of plotting out and writing. they might actually be a collection of short stories depicting different perspectives to an apocalyptic scenario metaphorical jawnsause. 

the character i'm creating through this piece is reflective of my own. the little bits aren't really written in any chronological order, i'm writing them as images come to my head about my own insecurities, issues, and flip sides to a lot of what i see as my greatest strengths. i'll cobble them together and fit them in some coherent pattern. 

"have you ever thought that everything is relatable to each other? that is there's a natural link between the insecurities and ailments of individuals reflected in governments, making an internal struggle the struggle of the world? and whoever, or whatever, if there is some force behind it is manipulating the insecurities of everyone, or at least majorities of people so that they always maintain control?" 

"who would have that kind of power?" 

"i don't know. i always thought it was a downward spiral, but i'm not so sure anymore." 

the rioters set the city ablaze. i caught her distant gaze as the tears rolled down her cheeks. the silence came down the ripples in the water where the bombs once fell.