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When they asked for a vaccine volunteer, being one who believes that although life has its quirks, it fore the most part can be relied upon to be predictable, I couldn't refuse. That I believe is because reality has a way of cementing beliefs to reason, leaving only the possibility of it being real or imagined. We are free to choose.I know that sounds simplistic, but when you eliminate all the superfluous and imaginary elements of a dream, you are left with what is actually draped over the back of the chair, no matter how dark it is or how imaginative or spiritual your beliefs may be.I attempt...
Back up the pipes
TW: suicidal ideation“Everything is a dream because everything is already past. We are forever catching up with the past that we have yet to remember."I wrote in my journal that day, when I made my discovery. I read it now and hear the rambling angst and narcissism of the poet waiting for his brilliance to be discovered. Had I meant for someone to read this entry? My showmanship suggests a yes, but now that there is no one to read it I am glad for a bit of showmanship. It keeps staleness at bay.*Jan 1stThe now. The now. The now. The now comes crashing into my head like an orchestra that collec...
Sleeping Girl With Peaches
SLEEPING GIRL WITH PEACHES A Story in Voice by Ann Martin Johanna I could feel it that afternoon. Could you feel it, Gabrielle, the brewing storm? That’s what they do, is it not? They brew, they brood and they break. So, no forgetting that afternoon. July, eighteen ninety eight. No forgetting for me, nor, I think, for you. I could feel it in the heat. In the hush. In my baby’s bubbling snore. I was afraid for my baby. He’d been so ill. Afraid for him and for so much more. This storm that was coming, I wasn’t sure when, but soon. It had my name on it. Johanna. This one was for me. It’s what I d...
The Past and the Present
The past is the past. You need to let go. How many times have people said that? How many times have you had to listen to those words? At first, it's so annoying. You can't even think about letting go. How could you? How could you let go of part of your life? It seems just impossible. But then something happens. What is it? Well, it's just that. Time passes. Yes, simple as that. That same thing that felt www.onedoor.ccimpossible a while back, now it starts to make sense. You can't realize the exact moment when this happens, though. It would be nice to know, huh? Know how much you need to suffer before start...