Honing my craft

This will make no sense to me,when I forget why I wrote it.

Sci-fi idea

His parents are really his creators  incognito as just typical patents, but he constantly senses something more, but doesn't know what just too much coincidence, think fairly odd parents. One episode deals with wanting to just make the child do something, but they have to decide it is more important to give a choice.

Another open-ended letter....,

Hey,

I had a question that has,been taking on various forms in my mind. No matter what is said my question is the same. These words sum it up. Is your regret for what you lost greater than the freedom and peace that was gained? It is not too late for me that I might benefit from your experience.

My strongest feeling is that it is better to be alone and hopeful, than together and alone. But, I sort of can imagine a future me referring to being so cavalier about tossing aside something so significant as stupid, no, ignorant. So, I wouldn't want to fail to understand what I was doing and you seem to have spot on instincts, when it comes to things supposedly unknown.

I love you so entirely that I might be so bold as to suggest that being together might make us happy here, but it is almost necessary in the next life. Though I lack your ability to forsee that. Everything I do see or know suggests that we will never be at peace unless we are together. Woah, sorry, I didn't mean to get so lovey dovey it just happens when I think about us.

Somewhere in Time

This whole blog was inspired,by an obsession with Beethoven, but this post/letter in particular was inspired by a scene that keeps replaying in my mind. I loved it so much that as a child I wrote it down entirely thinking that I would,memorize it. I am referring to the "Is it you?" Speech which was adlib supposedly for the stage, but obviously had been composed in her heart for a long time with the propect of finding that one that she had been warned about. It is from that movie that I decided that Jane Seymour must be one of the most beautiful women alive. According to the movie that enchanting photo was taken while she was actually smiling at her love, who goes back in time, making the impossible distance of time a penetrable barrier and their final reuniting so much more fulfilling. I have been too influenced,by others dreams as seen on the "Silver Screen". Without further ado...here is what I would say to you.

I do not know why you stayed away so long, Was it part of some elaborate purpose that You are waiting for me to understand? My biggest fear is that,like learning to use the brain for other things, your procrastination has caused,my once fertile brain to assume other tasks which I fear like relearning to walk the limp becomes pronounced and part of my gait, I needed to love and in your absence I did, and I fear that emotional limp will never go away.
I love you. You. And want sooner than later to be together. This probably sounds foolish, but everything you do requires me. Except for breathing. Do not die, but if you do, death is no match for me. Eventually, I will cross over, too so, do not prolong a reunion. We were always together before and as we were tossed into this,being. Never doubt that I will find you. I only am waiting now to be found, surely You can recognize me.

Really, there are so many things that appear significant and deserving of attention, but really, none compare to the importance of being together.

It is an undeniable truth that we should be together. Do not fight it. I always was the independent one, not you, so comeon already. Let's realize what really matters and just "blow this joint."

Ok, admittedly, I am just passing through here, I see you and something forcably turns,my gaze. I see you but, still know where I am headed, I just want to take you with me. So yeah, if you are waiting for me to need you. I won't. But, here I am I have found you, and though I do believe that I will need you living without you for so long has caused me to think differently, like I don't need you. Please, change my mind. I have nothing more to say but this:I have always loved you.am

Sitting at my desk this morning

"Furthermore, in speaking of its effects, the Apostle [Paul] says: “The spirit is given to every man to profit withal. To one is given faith.” [See 1 Corinthians 12:7, 9.] Not a common, ordinary faith, which some people pretend to at the present day; but a faith which enabled its possessors to be sawn asunder, to be cast into dens of lions, fiery furnaces, and to undergo tortures of every description. This was the kind of faith that the Holy Ghost conferred upon those who possessed it, enabling its possessor to stand in the midst of every difficulty, defy every opposition and lay down his life, if necessary, for the cause that he had espoused."-from the Teachings of Lorenzo Snow Chp.4

To whom it may concern,

Though, I would never challenge you regarding difficulties, or dare to do so to anyone, suffice it, mine have been particularly rough. But, I am in a sense glad for them. Do not mistake me for a masochist though. But, like everyone else, I delight in having the opportunity to overcome. I even slapped the label of problem solver on my living resume. It is really through such distance and resistance that my mind firms in it's resolve.

I actually feel closer to you right now because of impossibility. Let me expound, I turned to things that, remind me of how it would feel to be with you because everything around me is so seemingly terrible. I have at my lowest point decided that the only way to endure anything is with love, and that means doting on you in any way I can.

Where do lonely socks go?

This is a short story about where missing socks go. The story is told by a lonely sock.

     Once upon a time, there were two socks which were created in pairs, like all Socks. It can safely be said that they were made for one another. In the sock factory where all of the machine created socks are placed together to be sold. This pair was placed in a bag with other couples and shipped to America. While in this bag, they heard stories of speculated futures. Majority of socks believed that it was desirable to be useful, which included being worn on rugged feet and forced to endure terrible sounding things, but of al lof the things that they heard no one even mentioned the cruel fate they might endure and both were afraid of. What if they were lost and paired with a similar sock but not eachother!! This seemed almost too cruel a fate to talk about. It did seem likely though. Nothing really distinguished them from the other pairs in the bag.

     Finally, they were purchased and the package was opened and they were finaly donned. Each night as they were removed they got to spend time in the "clothes hamper" together and they would discuss the day from their perspective.

     Then one fateful morning as they were being carried to the washing machine one was dropped! Panic struck. But, ultimately both socks knew this could happen, and they both haddecided to endure their consecuences well, for what could they do anyway?

     Later that day Suzy was washing her new green trousers and saw a missing sock laying on the laundry room floor, so she picked up the sock and put it in her small load.