Today I ponder what happened last night & why is most of it fading so fast from my conscious memory leaving me this agonizing inkling. I wonder if it
has any connection with this new person I met. It was only a fleeting business transaction moment yet they are so sure we'll meet again or am I
reading too much into it. And what about the early morning accident. It's only been the 2nd one I know of that happened this close to me but why
does this one unnerve me like some eerie sign? Are all these events happening so closely to one another just a coincidence playing tricks on my mind?
Jeezus. Got to get it together. The weekend is almost here & I think I will accept the invitation to get away, if only for the weekend.
I knew it, of course, as did many other people, but so very few would listen. Those that did were ridiculed, and some were shut away, locked behind
walls of concrete and ignorance, but the end would come just the same.
The end will always come, with or without prophets.
Today I feel some kind of initiation coming to pass. What it is exactly if it is anything, I do not know. I don't feel foreboding but for the first
time, I feel restless from not knowing & the waiting.
Today I died
Tomorrow lied....it isn't coming.
Now truth is a box
Buried at six feet.
No space to move, no case to prove
Death like a black sheet
that covers my face and soul.
and the tears they cry don't reach this hole.
Soon enough it will be your turn
to join me here
Today, I looked at the "Today I" thread and I had to wonder, "Is this the best that all these 'writers' and 'scholars' can produce on the
Collaborative Fiction board? It seemed to have deteriorated into a cheap way to rack up points and I was deeply saddened at this result.
I went back and looked at the promising beginning of an actual story with a plot and a message and I wondered how things could have gone so terribly
wrong. I could not help but suppose that wherever art resides there also resides the perverse.
Today I woke up and realized that my mother-in-law had my kids! What a weird feeling. I didn't have to make breakfast for the little demons. I
didn't have to constantly yell at them for breaking something or fighting.
About 2pm, I was so lonely that I wanted to cry. I didn't know what to do without them, the noise they make. I called her to ask her if she would
bring them home early, but she wasn't there, she had taken them to the movies.
She finally brought them home about 8:00 and I hugged them so tight that Zachary told me I was "squeezing the life out of him".
Ah, maybe I can get her to take them next weekend too!
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