In the quantum consideration of timelines, we can only be aware of the one on which we currently exist. Though there may be a trillion other possible lives that we may have out there in parallel universes, each choice leads both ourselves, and others, down a path that is new, and uniquely different path than […]
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Shine, shine, shine.
The stars know nothing more than to shine, shine, shine Those on the ground look to the sky, sky, sky. To gaze upon the sparkles in the night, night, night. Wishing that we could burn so bright, bright, bright. Shinning like the stars in our sight, sight, sight. Ignoring how brilliant we are inside, inside, […]
The Waste (VII)
Before Allamar brought his scaled, water-dwelling colossus to the village, the succession of chieftainship had been passed generationally, from father to son, for as long as any living member of the village could recall. The passing of time had been so considerable since the last catch-to-chieftainship, that none of the villagers could specifically remember whose […]
Propulsion
I remember being a scrawny youth, a mere twelve years old, and having recently returned from living overseas for five years in China. I was enrolled in the nearby high school, and was preparing to enter eighth grade, admittedly, being a bit young for that time. I had managed to skip first grade, and thus, […]
Open Hand
Here. Please, open your hand. Are you ready? Good, I’m glad. I will just ask one thing of you, before I place it in your hand. I’m not asking anything outlandish of you. No, no. Its not heavy, nor will you damage it. I assure you, it’s not burdensome. There’s no reason to be scared […]
One hand folded into another
You find value in my deficiencies, and fullness, in my vacancy. You find stability in my inconsistency, and bliss, in my melancholy. You find fortitude, in my frailty, and competence, in my inability. You find seriousness, in my buffoonery, and clarity, amidst my perplexity. You find exquisiteness, when I feel ugly, and offer hope, to […]
Messages in Dreams
With my turns and twists, I submit, those sayings, and signals, and all the intimates. Those side shifts, and arches of spine, that project thoughts out, that bounce back, to you. As you dose in your blissfullness I anguish with restlessness, pawing my thoughts of you to the sky. When early birds cry, darkness finds my […]
The Waste (IV)
“A story?” Paris blurted incredulously. “How, may I ask, is a story payment for transportation?” “It is not a matter of how, but why.” “Why then?” “The intricacies of the transaction may, in time be revealed to you, traveler. At this point you must simply decide whether this is a cost that you wish to pay.” […]
The Waste (III)
Paris lay still, and the noises persisted. When he first heard the sounds, his back had been to the road. As the volume of the sounds grew louder, and the rhythm remained steady, Paris knew that his realm of dreams had not seeped into his wasteland reality. He shifted, and twisted in his bedroll, to […]
Simple steps of time
Seconds matter when we are young. Then minutes count as we move towards youth. Hours matter as we mature as adults. Then days begin to have impact, as we acheive adulthood. Months matter, as does the planning for upcoming years. Then years pass. And we wonder where they have gone, and so quickly. Suddenly […]