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.
Where’s my sunflower? Has it grown yet? Is it sure to want to grow here? Does it feel the kick? I want my sunflower so I may cut it, keep it in a vase full of water, and appreciate it alone. I gently touch it’s petals and it bleeds drops of blood. Blood that gets into my soul and kills something within. Something I have never seen or said. The sunflower floats on its way back to the garden. A garden from which it should not have been removed from. I realize now I wanted something that hurts. Something that seperates two worlds as it brings them close. I shall go out. I shall float like the sunflower. A sunflower that finally found peace out of these hands. The wind will carry me. It shall take me to a place I don’t know of.
Three lines. Three lines that form a triangle. A triangle on top of another. Squashed and shaped into a circle. A wobbly circle that springs back into a triangle. A triangle that turns to stand on its point. A point that is steady. Steady as the ground. Though the ground may crack. A deep crack or a scratch. Nothing is steady, but yet flows harmoniously along the sound of a shapeless figure. A figure that brushes gently on the sides of the inverted triangle.
Bouncing along comes a little circle and topples over the triangle. The circle bounces around. Around and about, it does its thing. The triangle is left standing on its side. The triangle lives on…
I bump my head against a lamppost. I fall to the ground with the sound of sea and a smooth breeze upon my face. I dream of something real. A dream that ends in an illusion. Taking a deep breath, I wake up. Years have flown by. Being awake seems like the real dream. Send me back into deep slumber so I may live. I dont know. What is a colour that which belongs in a soul during a dream, and another that belongs to when being awake?
The pain right below, it moves slightly. At the thought of everything it hurts. Running wild in my head, stupid head. I fight to wake up in my waking part of life. I expect to see a soul waiting, but it was myself that sent it away.
Dream, dream, dream…gone with a dream.
[Morning writing - ughh don't feel like this shit... need to eat... how was your weekend?]
Here we come. The beat begins. The laughter of a boy sounds echoing. The touch of a feline on his skin. Screaming into the void. The void within the boys soul. A soul that seeks something unknown. Unknown like everything in this world. A world of dreams and illusions. Illusions that bring mystery. Mystery that takes You back to the unknown. After the time has passed the boy will seek the unknown from within his own space. A space he longs to know. A space deep within himself. The void. The scream. The feline touch. The laughter. The beat. Here we go.
Time. What is time? How can we manipulate time? I have asked and written this so many times through time. Maybe through these writings about time I can go through some portal. Maybe these writings are all linked. Words that link words form a web that captures someone or something making everything around freeze. So many maybes, I am not sure I know what I am writing.
My story is simple. I googled on how to build a time machine. Learnt some information about Paradoxes and parallel worlds. Travelled to the future. I started a life there. I occasionally send emails back to the past.
See, Google can teach you anything… unlike school :]
Right now, a white cat sits outside in our front garden.
I always imagined meeting a cat on that short journey home. Today it actually happened.
She/he (but I think it’s a she) called out to me as I was on my way home, I turned round and saw this white cat crossing the street. I petted her, even though she’s a bit dirty, but very friendly and had her motor running.
Anyway so then I got some water so she may drink, and had to lock her outside. It almost killed me to do that. Now I’m hoping that she will still be there in the morning so I may, I don’t know, take care of her? I never really had a cat, shame I know. Though I love cats and I wish I could keep her.
Actually she doesn’t need to live here. She’s a free spirit and can roam around the neighbourhood, but she’ll come to me for some love, and food obviously.
So that was a short blog. I have not posted any in a while as I currently have exams and all that junk, yes junk. :]
Last week I was panicking as my mobile inbox was almost full. I had soo many messages I did not wish to delete, and deleting the sent items was not enough.
I quickly went on my worldwide brain [google] to search for the answer. There were a number of other people who had asked the same question, “How can I transfer mobile messages onto the pc?”. I looked at the comments and was relieved to find the answer I was looking for.
floAt’s Mobile Agent allows you to easily view and manage all your personal data of your phone via many different connection methods. Though it only worked when I connected my phone by cable. Phonebook, SMS, Profiles, and Files can easily be managed.
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