Little to Nothing_Personal Growth_The blind Man's Mona Lisa_The Day My Dreams Died
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Little to Nothing
Can you imagine what it must have been like back then? Back before there were people, trees, flowers, water, anything. Just one big hot rock coming to life. It all seems so unreal because of the length of time it takes for evolution to catch up to itself. Trial and error, over and over, until something works. Life if funny like that; shows up when you least expect it, and when you most need it to. Did I ever tell you the story of Bart Little? He was a guy I met on the docks. He was the biggest liar I ever met, but then like he was fond of not saying, “What does the truth hurt but itself.” Had...
Personal Growth
The edge of my spade finds a crack in the dirt, and very carefully I push my weight down onto its handle, driving the blade deeper and deeper into the ground until it is covered completely. Switching my grip, I pull back on the handle and remove a small pile of earth from its shallow, pitiful hole, dumping it unceremoniously to the side. I wipe my brow of the sweat that is already starting to form there. Small, devious, and glistening clues giving me away as somebody new. Somebody who has never done this part before. But it's not the digging I’m afraid of, that was normal, but today is special...
The blind Man's Mona Lisa
Please don’t look at me like that again and again. When you look at me, memories of dad saved as waves in the heart sea take birth as tears. When you hold my hand wishing to talk to me I’m breaking myself as glass. When you breathe the abundant air difficultly, I’m melting as a snowdrop thinking about this strange life. You light up the eyelid in the dark room slowly, my heart is shivering. I’m introducing my dad who left me a place like this showing the phwww.onedoor.ccoto, “This is my dad”. You are looking like greeting my dad.Just slowly spend the breath which you love a lot. After a while more, we can ...
The Day My Dreams Died
Where… am I?The world swirls around me. Am I seated? Standing? Outside? Inside? When my head finally clears, I’m able to answer at least a couple of those questions. I seem to be in an unfamiliar apartment. A cheap one, at that, based on the decor. The couch I’m seated on is too firm and clashes with the chair in one corner. Dingy vertical blinds cover a door to my right. The only items in this room that seem to have any sort of value are a TV across from me and what appears to be a computer screen on a desk to my left. The owner’s clothes and other smaller belongings are scattered haphazardly...