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"Take the first step." The words come from far away, and everything is so bright. Clang! Now things were beginning to clear...Behind, one path closes while another opens before her. She is standing in the middle of the aisle, alone on this train. No, not alone, for she'd definitely heard a voice. Taking stock of her surroundings, still confused, feeling disconnected from reality, she hears the voice again. "I always tell people, that first step can be a bit of a doozy." That's when she met the man wearing a hat, on a train going nowhere. The lights either did not work, or flickered here and there. The windows were fogged, and she could not

i stay up late watching movies and reading books and trying not to think it's not so easily done the screen flashes i jump in fright then look sheepishly to my right oh wait i'm alone down here where the sun doesn't shine and service doesn't reach the earth stays cold so do i. i don't talk to people i have only myself well there's msn and gaia when i feel like writing but no one here beside me and no one out there during the day that will speak to me so i sit here alone

i stretch and flex both muscle and mind ready myself for the task ahead putting words to keys the process it begins with nothing void or perhaps a glimmer but mostly nothing and a whole lot of waiting then a bright flash or a dark burst it depends the mood swings determine visions hunched over his treasure gnarled fingers gripping tight the mouse and board the black miasma hanging like vultures, circling, hungry knowing naught else he writes what he knows and sometimes what he doesn't here he stands the cliff's edge threatening behind him, a crowd but he doesn't see he is obsessed with himself and not those who lov

I'll be…where? I don't know. Somewhere, anywhere, but here. Get out of this place, go see the world man. Share your stories, thoughts, you Make some new friends enemies maybe find love Or maybe I'll catch it. Finally. So, that begs the question… Will I leave for me, or for her? One of these days I'm gonna find out.

they are what make you you why i can't stand a pretty face who answers "I'm doing alright." when shit most clearly isn't who won't even admit to herself all the problems she has so when you open up like this i can't help but relate and then cast that aside and just give in because all the flaws prove you're not perfect and what is perfection but the stagnation of change perfect is stale boring old no longer in i want that cracked and dirty diamond

i called and called yet you did not answer so i grabbed a few rocks and acted the part knocking on your window but you said you were busy that it was just a mood did you listen for my reply? good, i didn't give one without a word i turned and walked away i gave you every opportunity every chance to let me in i offered my heart my time and you shrugged me off that's fine. maybe i should have done something different outlandish irresponsible crazy and ignore the windows like the stories in the movies and do it my own way and take the front door

yet still i tried here i am lost, you stumbled a path that no one else could follow you found yourself treading so many paths yet still i tried here i am burned, you crawled through the ashes that still smolder and sear the soul yet still i tried here i am beaten, you curled there bleeding from wounds that doctors could not heal yet still i tried here i am drowning, you laid there laboring to draw breathe from all the hoses this world strangled you with yet still i tried here i am ugly, you tried to hide from them all the scars life left you but they saw through the disguise yet still i tried here i am softly,

I ripped the bag. I was so mad, I wanted to kick and scream, and flip a table. But I contented myself with stomping through buildings of cereal, and crushing little crumb people. the gojira(or godzilla) to my honey crunches of oats.