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She…

On a cold evening, she seats by the window.
Casting her gaze on the tattooed pages absorbing every bit of knowledge she can.
Occasionally glancing at the horizon as the sun set. Embers of a dying light creep through the cracks of dark cotton like clouds.
She shifts her posture causing her cardigan to fall of on her left shoulder revealing her scared ebony skin… Damn she’s irresistible…
She….

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Ted’s thoughts

The world is wounded by man’s actions. It thrives in and widens by little bacteria with their own agenda but the same goals, bacteria like lies, propaganda, conspiracies, hate, racism, tribalism, segregation of any kind, as long as it begets pain and devastation. And when a person tries to eradicate these bacteria, the effort has always proven useless and dangerous to the unlucky heroes to be. Infact their actions tend to be used to fuel the problems. What is there left to do… How do you save yourself when you always get in the way…

Hey, you… 

Your eyes reminds me of the time before dawn… When the sun is about to come up with the promise of a new adventure. When the first ray of light emerges yet the stars shine bright still and the memory of yesterday remains fresh in the mind. The reflection on them shows how you see the world, kind, warm, new at every turn, one could only get lost in them even when trying to be careful. 

Those succulent lips can be so distracting when you talk… With a hint of a smile every time. Gets me to wonder what’s so amusing. And the smile that comes with it, for a moment… Just in that exact moment, I could swear that time stops and it seems like it will never go away. Like that smile is meant to last forever, as it should… 

And your skin… Clearly well taken care of. Also-…. 

I walk in to the room and find her on her computer looking all engrossed in her work. I seat in a chair across her at the table… She’s wearing a simple white t-shirt and a pair of fitting jeans, but she is barefoot. I smirk at that observation. She raises her head to see who it was. With the familiar face staring back at her, she smiles and goes back to her computer 

Me: hey, what are you working on? 

Her: oh, just some stuff… 

Me: take a coffee break, you look like you’re about to tech yourself to insomnia. 

Her: just a bit more and then we can have as much coffee as you want. 

Me: mmm very tempting, but I know, you. You won’t stop… You’re work will still be here in 20 minutes 

She looks up, she knows I won’t stop. 

Her: fine…  What do you have in mind?… 

Mmmmm where was I, Ah!  Your skin… 

Right. Clearly well taken care of could even give the Queen of Sheba a run for her money. Your skin shade is that of a the chocolate specially made from the factory of Willy Wonker in the pool of chocolate and the waterfall of milk creating a new shade that is especially, tantalising. 

Your mind, how you think, always amuses me. Am always eager to see what you would do or how you would react to some situations. Even in the dark you always seem to know how to come out of it. And when you are down, know that I will be there every step on your way back…  I may not have a shining armor but I’ll be your huntsman.

I wish I could continue but am lacking of words at this point. I have more to say but I would rather say it in person. 

I’m just talking to myself. 

When you see me walking on the streets, 

And I seem to no not have a destination, 

Doesn’t mean am lost for a meet. 

Its on purpose that I  have no direction.

For somewhere deep in a castle that glints, 

I seet across someone and hold a conversation. 

Me: want to play chess,

Him:hmm, sure. To what do I owe the pleasure of the visit?(he snaps his fingers and the chess board appeared) last you where here you were a mess. I’ll take the white, you be the dark

Me: well, you live, you learn. I think  karma has taken a liking to me… 

Him:(he moves, I move) hmmm… What is it this time? 

Me: don’t pretend like you don’t know… Ah…! Am winning this one. 

Him: fine I know, so what? You want me to wave a magic wand and make your problems go away?(notices something.) best change direction before you make friends with the tarmac. 

In the real world, I turn a corner… It was evening and a little light rays hit the street, it was scarcely populated. As I continued on, I was back in the castle. 

Me: Haha no… That’s mine to bare. I just want company. 

Him: (left with one move, I block him, checkmate)Bah! Huuuh! Win some… Lose some. Go find a real person. 

Me: not that easy, 

Him: am not real… Don’t be afraid of rejection. Say hello,. 

Me: haha if it was that easy, I wouldn’t need you. 

Him: Exactly! (he says, leaving) Remember, am you, so I know you can d.. .. 

He fades away. Am left in the castle alone. 

I go back to reality, I walk by a coffee shop, I see a lady alone through the window… 

Leap of faith? 

Some random thought. 

I found myself at a bookstore perusing through a certain book… For the life of me I can’t seem to remember what it’s title was… But it did leave me ever the more wiser, or knowledgeable… Depends on how you look at it… It said “every hour wounds, but the last kills.” 

Yeah… I thought that I should take it as it is. It’s easy to think it’s all about death and everyone will shy away from it as quick as they can. 

I don’t know what kind of person I am for there’s more yet to learn but sometimes it gets exhausting think about the negative. So at time I like to participate in ‘the cup half full’ kinda theme. So from those words in the first paragraph, I find myself thinking on the saying, what does kill you makes you stronger. Or that there are two sides to a coin. 
One can toil for the longest period but in the end it gets easier since the person may have learned how to do the job more efficiently. Or even climbing that steep mountain and finally getting to the top… And your complaining is replaced with pride and satisfaction in your actions… See? Cup half full.. . Try it. 

Band of Brothers 

A first glance full of unease and mistrust. 

Dropped in a world where one lives alone and dies alone. 

A world where one  depending on others is signing their death certificate. 

I was placed in groups of four as the war broke across the  world. 

“trust is earned… ” that is indeed a true statement.

In a war where death is assured yet no choice but to engage, time seems to fly ever so without a trace

We grew  together without realizing it. 

We would come to each other’s aid when we saw fit. 

And fought each other when one was wrong. 

A day long lost to the sound of bullets and explosives, a sacrifice made for the sake of his friends, 

The one time we showed emotions to each other

Upon Baileth’s last breaths, in the cover of rables, 

As we lay on the ground firing back at the enemy as they sullied forward and clearly at an advantage with numbers. 

He said ” of all the days in my mudded years, am going to laugh at this moment the most,” 

Puzzled by his comment we let him rant some more as we continued to fight back.

“Aahh… Its been fun this here journey  with you, you’re all my brothers, I couldn’t ask for more.

You’ll hate me for this but this is here is my thanks for the good times we have had. I’ll be seeing you at the end.”

With that,  before we could  stop the guy, he rose and sprinted  away from us drawing the fire with him. 

Helpless  we saw him take those shots but didn’t flatter, kept running, 

I tried to  run after him but strong hands grabbed me and dragged me away. 

At the very last moment he turned as he fell showing  visibly that he was smiling. 

Hmmm that guy forever engraved in my heart that memory of him, even in death he smiled in front of his brothers so as they don’t wory or blame themselves. 

We may be far from each other but I will be forever  grateful as they taught me  a great deal, they are not only my friends  but my  brothers to the very end,  and he, Baileth, my hero. 

Stuck in the past…

​It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. 

In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar called dreams and the pain lessens with a doze of laughter. 

But it is never gone. It lingers on just enough to make you reminisce the past. 

It will follow you like the shadow that you’ve learned to embrace as part of you. 

Like the creeping cold of the dark dark night, ferried through your skin to your spine with an almost  gentle breeze. 

The past that is so near, one needs only to reach for it. 

But who would be so broken that he would do that? 

To relive the past horrors that haunt event during the time of wake. 

What is the point of having  these masochistic tendencies when one can move forward and find himself peace?

Maybe its because those who don’t learn from the past are bound to repeat it. 

Walking  around, you’ll find a guy with eyes so dry, but inside, past the bravado, his heart can’t  hide  and it cries like rain, pouring down in his domain, 

But when you see another guy shade a tear, don’t judge be weary, he just found out this world is scary. 

So why waste time burdening yourself with the past?

The present is your workshop and the future your result. 

Time is indeed  what we want most, but what we use worst.