The clock is ticking the seconds away. I lay here. It feels as though nothing is wrong and everything is running smoothly. It actually is. Although, my point is that nothing is the way you want it to be, the way you dream of it. However, the way events are moving on seem to satisfy something deep inside. I do not know if it is something real or fictional. Though I do know that this is what I always truly seek. Ask yourself the question; you might not even know it yet.
The first thing you need to know is that I am neither in favour nor against divorce, as that would imply that I am in favour of marriage. I do not understand the point of marriage other than being there for a social status and governement benefits. Divorce would strengthen that for me.
Many would say that if one does not agree with divorce they should not hinder others from the right to do so. Rightly so, though a person has the right to vote for what they think is right. If no one voted because they do not want to take the right from anyone then everything would be legal. If the majority want divorce then so be it.
However if a couple is married under the church then they should abide with their beliefs. They cannot divorce if according to their beliefs it goes against the word of God. If they are not Catholics then they should not have been married within the Church. Although, there are some special circumstances when the Church would agree that the couple should no longer be together, in which case an annulment would be allowed. Annulments take years to be finalized, divorce would not be easy either.
Therefore divorce should be allowed for those married with only a civil marriage. Even though in their vows the couple said, “In better or in worse”. What do the vows mean anyway? They are simply words are they not?
Nothing seems as it is. Everything is different as much as it has remained the same. Difference is measured by our distance. It may seem as if we all flow into one end, might be true, but we all flow from one river. That is the important part. Whatever we do, however we do it, everyone is affected. There is no escape.
Take your strength and fight. Not violence, but what you think is right. Keep it free but put a limit to it. Nothing seems as it is. An alternate meaning to all that has been said. We all have that someone we miss. That someone to want, to need. They all lead to dreams. Feeling dreamless is a feeling of death. Death is when every dream fades. Fades into nothing.
Dreams occasionally come true. Although mostly dreams is all they remain. Use them and make them real. Express them into something. Something no one has ever seen. They will become real, even though not as it was expected. It helps to use art. That other being of one’s self.
Art is life. The beginning of everything, that without which nothing can survive. We are beings of creation, so create is what we should do. Many forms, and many ways. The most unique would be the greatest. There is always room for improvement. Be who you want to be and do what you like to do.
Hinder none from their dream. A dream that is common to us all. A dream that links us to others. It will come to your door. It will come sooner or later.
We fight. We live. We survive. We go both ways but we never stop to look at the path. What does it feel like, to be a little out of place? The breath we take and the smell we inhale, it flows around. We walk about this place, peace. Until the time comes when the ones must come to reporta death. Death that was not part of our place. A place that happens naturally. What we seek is not what we want. If we believe, nothing can cross us. Is it just a feeling that changes our ways as we sense it? Looking deep within and beyond, we might find. Find the answer or the question. We run and we hide, it is just a ride that we constrain from living.
There go those three little words everyone would like to hear. The words that change a being. Words that may destroy if misused. They seek to help, they seek what we do. Nothing comes out of the blue. Everything is a colour, and everything has its way. It reveals the strength that which we fight for. Something long gone, but something that still belongs.
Touch what is only ours and living may come easy. Be where you are needed and you will find the way. Step by step, it is important. We must repeat the words to ourselves. We accept them. We pass them on.
Scrolls hanging from a ceiling. Parchment lying all about. The candles are lit and quills are dipped. Words unfold upon that space. Stories are told all about the place. Gone and dead; the feeling that gives the stories life. Empty are their words. They write…they waste parchment and ink. The word-smith is out of words. Words that create and give a sense of being. They stand up, they go out of that place. They need air and new ideas. A word-smith must get out…get out and experience all they can from this worlds diversity of being. Only then can new worlds be created. Worlds of fiction, but worlds that belong. Belonging in a readers mind. A reader cannot survive without these fiction places or those true spaces. The word-smith is a reader regardless of the words they write. None can be saved but by themselves.
Case number 23 is you. You are the one that everybody is talking about. You are too important to be ignored by the society you live in. All the things you do, every place you go, you always see those few people that stare at you. There are two types of people in the world; the type that talk behind your back and look you in the eye, and the type that talk behind your back and pretend they do not know you when approached.
Sometimes the stares make you feel like your thoughts are being invaded. You feel like there is no place for you to hide, not even in your head. You are exposed, naked. That is never good for an amazing person like you. No body would want to hang out with you if they know everything about you, but as yet your friends still do. You would think that there is that one thing nobody can see. You are wrong. They pity you so they befriend you.
You are case number 23 because you are not alone. There are others that are like you, and you are not the last one. There is a simple explanation for people like you and there is no easy way to say this. You are vain.
If you disagree then you are either in denial, right, or it is the one thing that you think people cannot see in you and do not want them to find out. If you have just decided which category you fit in than you prove that I am right, you are case number 23.
Time. At one point it stood still. Out from the darkness of space came a silver ribbon. It smoothly moved across space. Space that was void, yet in a distance the most outstanding planet of them all could be seen. Earth. The place that brings everything together, but once it is established within it it is destroyed by nothing but itself.
The ribbon entered the time-frozen Earth and wrapped itself around the cradle of a young child. A child that was only 2 months old. Time continued its usual routine. The ribbon remained with the child despite the fact that it was not visible to humans.
Twenty-five years later and the ribbon was still with the same human. Though the silver was flaking off. It was becoming weak. Weak from being out of its place for too long. That did not matter as it was soon to achieve what it was meant for. It rested on the bed of a hotel room as the, now grown man, came into the room. He fell onto his bed dead tired from the tours. The ribbon flew onto the floor as if blown away by a gash of wind.
Out in the deep dark void of space a star flickered in the Earth’s sight. A short cloaked being appeared in the room in front of the balcony. The face was dark as if void. The being moved forward towards the bed. The ribbon stood up as if like an angry cat. The being had a certain control over the ribbon. The ribbon was forced under the cloak.
As the being reached towards the man, the ribbon wrapped itself tightly around what was inside the cloak. It pulled the mysterious being back out into the void. A void that was known as the prison that brings out the evil from such beings. Evil that would then be molded into something else. Something that would protect humans from mysterious beings. Something like the ribbon.
It has begun. The energy flows. Flows within your space. A space that seems like the void. Void that is not empty. A cry. A little cry is heard echoing in your place. You search and search, you never find. Visited. You are visited by someone who understands yet has a messy space. You learn. You work it out. You are free. The energy calls you in once more. You must help the one that helped you to run free in your new space. Afraid you are incase of losing the one. Heat. The temperature rises and sweat dribbles down your worried face. An echo calling your name. A name you have forgotten. You are confused and climb the tallest building. You are at the edge. At the verge to end it all. The time to change. The echo is heard once more. You start losing consciousness. You are about to fall but you lean backwards onto the roof. You hit the ground. You live. Running down into the street. You drop in the middle. Unconscious. Screams and cars heard. You wake. Awake on a bed facing the ceiling. Hospital. It was all a dream.
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