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The Time drawn lovers who were there each decade or crossed paths in one way or the other. It was always love at first sight. It was either mutual friends who introduced them, or they were always involved in the very same interest. They seemed to like or love the same things that sparked a curiosity of "Do I know you?", "You seem to be familiar?" or "Have we met before?". How was it that time allowed them to meet much less see or even acknowledge their presence that would have them realize that they were meant to be together. Time was always...
To be one with the outer realm and being here in the present sense. To be powerful yet gentle mind and of gentle soul. To be in the moment and a part of the past, present and future. Whether knowing how to separate all of them so that no one crosses the lines or crosses the realm of time and of space. To have seen the past as it took place, not wanting to interfere with the outcome of such devastating moments and events. To touch the very fabric of existence and know that the outcome would change the course of history. To be in the present, ...
Yes, the change from the old to the new came suddenly. It was a loss for some and a gain for many who knew and just let it happen. It was seen as a time for the more modern and better, but they were not fooled until later. The ones who were aware of such a change that they thought it would be the best thing to happen in one's lifetime. With each generation the changes take place, and the present group of people scoff at the old timers. The present generation is not aware of the changes, removing all the memories of the past to make room for ...
To leave a comfortable life just to move on into the unknown is very scary and can leave one afraid of what might be lying in wait for them after they start their new adventure. But this is the story about such a moment that happened in a blink of an eye and left much unanswered after beginning the adventure which went from dream state to nightmare forever leaving an imprint on my mind. I was living in a town of not more than 1,000 people, who were living there more like lost refugees than actual residents. They all walked about in a daze an...
The secrets that are kept within the society or group never to be spoken or breathed by those inside, are the very secrets that allow such societies and groups to function under a shroud of mystery and intrigue. On the surface the secrets are revealed yet not fully as they want all those to notice them by the various deeds and good works they accomplish, in hopes to divert the public's attention away from the inner workings and secrets that they keep and hold dear. The Freemasons have their own history dating back to around the time this cou...
Dear Diary January 2nd, "It's Me again." "Not sure how the new year will be for me as this is the second half of the school year, and I am still not doing well in school or with my grades." "Will have to get back to you as soon as I know." Dear Diary January 4th, "It's Me again." "I know this is getting old and I am tired of only telling you my problems and all the things that may or may not matter." "They matter to me as if you truly care." "You are only a book." Dear Diary January 5th, "It's Me again." "I wanted to apologize about the rema...
"Today is the Beginning of your Life." "How you choose to go from here, where you are sitting at, in this very moment, will be the beginning of a long, winding, adventurous journey for each of you." "The decisions you make, the paths you follow, the twist and turns that befall on you while you make your way in life, will lead you somewhere, anywhere, yet you will never know what is around the bend." "You will be confronted by many split-second decisions that will change the course you are on, the way you are heading in and will not always gi...
"Today on In the Gourmet Kitchen, we will learn how to make an omelet, without breaking the egg yolks." "You will see the chef make this in slow motion and it will look less expedited, after we show it in the normal speed it is shot by the cameras." "Ok before we start this process, we will take a sponsor commercial break and return with all the ingredients to make a fresh no egg yolk broken omelet." "We will be right back." "Ok now we are back, with our visiting chef, Monsieur Pierre Monchello, who is here on this episode of In the Gourmet ...
"You are joking, are you not?" "You actually think I would continue working here and still keep quiet for any length of time?" "This is bogus bull shit, and you know it." "As far as I am concerned, I quit at this very moment." "It is over and done with, finished, adios, not one more minute in this lame excuse for a job or what would resemble a job." "You cannot be serious about my remaining here, not after I found out all the skeletons hidden in your closet and the secrets you tried so hard to keep from prying eyes." "You must be mad." "This...
"Let me tell you or more like share with you a story that will have you think twice before you even breathe it or think it." "I was standing in line for tickets, waiting to see my favorite band, Bum Heathens, when I was asked by the girl behind, what I did for a living?" "At first I did not recognize the girl, then my eyes widened, and I remember she was my high school sweetheart." "I said "Jackie, it is so good to see you and how have you been?" "She replied, "You are thinking about my twin sister or more like half-sister." "I am Rowena." "...
"I was not sure where I was at this very moment, whether it would be real or only a dream. I stood in the same spot trying to think about what this was and where." "I was left there, but not sure when and why I was standing there, not sure where it was, I was supposed to be or how I managed to be in that location at this very moment." "I looked in the direction I figured I had come from and with no visible signs to give me clues, this was not clear to me. Not in my mind, not being seen with my eyes and not making any sense." "I was unaware o...
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"To write or not to write?" "Is that the actual question to have an answer?" "Or is that the answer to a question yet to be asked?" "Can writing be a way of escape or is it a way to go completely insane?" "Shall the one writing be the author or will someone else be the one who lays claim to fame for the writing of another?" "How does one know the idea(s) behind the writing of a drunk if they are the ones who are sober?" "How can we know for sure the writing that was written many years or decades or centuries ago is the actual writing of such...
"To dream a little dream and not remember what you were dreaming about when you finally woke up." "You feel like you have gone off to another place, another time, living in another era of history, all while you are wishing you could remember what you were dreaming about." You are sitting in Auto Mechanics class, hearing the same stuff that the teacher has spoken about all semester long. You are getting tired of hearing about changing tires and spark plugs, wanting to get down and greasy. When the teacher looks right at you, meeting eye to ey...
"Yes, I did this for love." "What you may ask did I do for Love?" "It all started around the turn of the century, where things were changing, from inventions of all sorts, to romance, love and of course marriage." "It was a time of passion and intrigue, where one could lay out in an open meadow and actually see the stars." "It was a time of new beginnings and old endings." "It was the age of retribution and of forgiveness, along with love being introduced into a new generation that was still under the old laws and statutes of what was to bec...
The blind eye turns outward, looking away from the obvious. Yet no one sees anything, hears anything, nor knows anything and it is important that someone says something. It plays your mind like a pinball machine, the balls hitting the sides and falling down the chute so you can be played again. It plays your nerves like you are a fiddle or a guitar, hitting high notes only to slowly ever so slowly come down. You fall backwards and can't seem to sit upright, you try to stand and fall back like you are intoxicated, like you have drunk too much...
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