when i was your age

When i was your age i used to do things like you do i had the same things you have and i do see you any different when i got old i was soulless windowless with nobody in my life and i thank you for any reason to visit no questions asked

here a picture of me the late 1800's i was the age you are now and i give it to you as my gift from my family album of pictures so you will remember me when i am passed away

even though Elane was in a nursing caring program with no recovery predictions to go to her home the nursing home had a file room as she walked toward the water fountain and snuck in her after school activity she knew what lies in the clear window

going through her studies she recognized what to do and had a note pad with and a snap picture camera Elane and the person before her and the perosn now belonged in 1736 not in the present she visited a dead from the 1700's as a chair and the picture only to have to witness with the photos in the files box the lady before had a ton with twin verbal translations that is the way they connected the phots were of every kind of hair clothes gender and character features to know they look alike

oh she remembered! i took a picture last time i was here so but wait that is not what she looks like a dead rotted corpse but the picture was exhumed and so was all inheritance for her fame or riches

what was a terrible death for her however the finding to discover of someone that never existed and found all records and found her child home in virgiia the land was no name or alias to say such person as in the picture to mention was in the background of the picture of Elane some record and the photo was discussed with her presence how did no record have proof that she is living finally was moved as a favorite show and tell to share with every one everyone sat int the new rebuilt structures and landscaping Elane got a real home and the trauma brought unto her with the year 1736 on every photo another photo had no slot were able to be kept everything is for a discovery and persons and places and things what question why would the photo i took look like past corpse and no knew of me visiting anyone and they are so busy to worry about a school program to attend as a care retreat she had nobody in her life alone and that is how she is living today till this day will tomorrow ever come and will she have the will to live another day she must make yesterday pass through the present into tomorrow with the no thank you breath of life i live like my life is my freedom and i live passing along life within the fixture of vision i felt lost and halfway unexistant as in this story was a message and turn to a chain letter and picture the little girl had to take what was hers and she want her evaluation to know she is normal and so nothing can move a life or possess someone soul or spirit ghosts or demons form a different world has became the life the little girl run from her own life and never turn around AGAIN

Elane was the same age they sought into and ancestry genetic to see any DNA as a proof of identity of cause of death and name. As nothing could be discovered and no one in history going to ruin someones life and erase their existence of life as a human life and the home by architecture record the home existed as perfect as a picture maybe it was a picture of a little girl from 1736 and the little girl today in her own picture but of graphic photos of today can say color of things

Long ago i watch tons of documentaries and know about unknown history of the world and human use to bury life with to trade mark or sign or stone

when ever Elane lead into more about the lovly world you live in your generation today is the future of your world i have nothing else but worth less thought for

I know elane i have study about the prairie life and i wore a dress and old smelly like a trunk to were the the permissible field trip taken that exciting day but no one can say who is so is it so they took a camera and my favorite balongna one slice of cheese and a piece of lettuce and leave it in the bus come and eat all of us griddle sack lunch an apple and a baggie of chips

my name on my school desk for me alone was invited at the time did not attend school the school bus driver seen me while driving i was playing outdoor i always practice of sport attire Elane was beautiful as a young lady knowing her life is in danger and is depressed no one knows about how she feels about deceit upon her life it could have been someone else but as life has truth and trust once i made brownies in my own expense i buy tuppawear for them to sit over night and took them to the second part but i did not make the bus so i was invited to the penny carnival scheduled at the same exact time and settled my brownies and had a bite of pudding and a apple pie slice and left i never returned to school that was in fourth grade did go back upon reference in the sixth grade Elane moved for any reason especially mine own i believe i have fate with death myself and i never knew what a great grandmother is till this day i wonder why old age and all gone out of my life of incomplete life and painful to live by way of human creation i got a envelope that said

note--- i know you cared once in your life and smelled of stenton must my favorite colonge and a picture i wear with my loss of time i always thought i would never have forgivness but the letter says=== when you are ready i will be waiting and stared at the picture help a spade card behind the picture but not sure what numeral

now bingo day is every night and annoying i hate bingo i walk to home my house from the nursery and i pray someone will never belong in my life for all the pain i will live with you are never part of me and i am lucky to be alive

as all a visit with death the oil scent of vanilla and cinnamon breaths i visited the morgue as a messenger of Elane was not real or even there and disappeared as a disapearance was never proven with any evidence was there ever an elane but i see to believe was my time all depended on me to hear me talking aloud as answering Elane when told to see no one was there and everyone looked for an identity did not reappear now to see what happened as long as a possession sat in lying position for a death or false identifications to be tricked as a poor old lady surviving her sick bed and ready to go home so i go to a gift shop with roses bigger than any thing and the scent was putrid and i left the roses in vases and a baloon said good luck i want to believe Elane is still alive somehow within my haunting there was not anything there but when i swore where did she go death took her and i carry her i have no old age to believe in the beauty of age how their life is told i need her