I thought I missed you_Among the Trees_The Man in the Mirror_Not the T.F.
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I thought I missed you
I look at you through my memories, and my heart aches for you, but my feet planted in this ground, no longer know the path to get to you.When people ask me where I am fromwww.onedoor.cc, I tell them the truth. The color of my skin and my accent reveal my secrets to the audience of the world. How would I be able to hide the scars that left my country within me? I was so little, I remember so little, but there are moments in time where these roots guide me. They control me. The last time I was, “home”, I was an eight year old girl. Not one single word of English was able to roll out of her mouth smoothly. Sh...
Among the Trees
Among the Trees“We have plenty of time.” Your voice is warm, an almost palpable touch of heat gently caressing my ear.I smile. I can tell you are too, sitting beside me. My leg is cramping. Ten hours on the road is a long time, and the road still lies long ahead, stretching to an endless dark horizon. “That’s, yeah, that’s what I’m worried about.” I laugh. I try stretching my leg without removing it from the gas pedal. I think of how nice it would be if the old Chevrolet was of the self driving sort, the sort that takes you to where you need to be, without need of your hand, without error.“I c...
The Man in the Mirror
How often do you look at yourself in a mirror? Sure, you may check to see how far a certain shirt comes down your waist, or maybe you check to make sure the part of your hair is in the right spot, or maybe you’ve been hitting the gym more frequently and want to see your progress. Perhaps you want to see if that shirt still fits from your 20’s. But this is not what David was tasked with. He wasn’t supposed to look at his body, he was supposed to look at himself. David couldn’t remember the last time he’d done that. He wasn’t sure he ever had.David’s life was ruled by habit. And he wa...
Not the T.F.
“If you follow the herd, you will be treated like cattle.” He knew he needed a good opening line. He began this speech in the right way. Most of the people in the crowd knew it; those who were new to the group chuckled, smiled and thought that he had said something quite profound. “I am not going to forget that one.” “Like something that Mark Twain or that Wilde guy would have said.” “Did anyone write that down? You have a pen?” He was proud of the effect produced. Looking over his notes, he realized that he knew this speech so well that he could improvise part of it if he felt that was right....