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I woke up in a foul mood today. Instinctively I knew something was wrong. And then I checked the date. I am exactly a month away fro turning 30. A pounding headache & a nightmarish day ensued. And then I checked my mail. A friend of mine sent me a link to a video, posted on this blog. It made me sit still, listen and read and despite the tears at that came at the end of it, I found my reason to believe. I maybe growing older, but my reasons for being are still intact. The personal ones not so much, the purposes more so. Made me want to rush into a phone booth and get into that red cape all over again. It’s beautiful & painful & all too true. Have a watch will ya?

Do pardon the corny song. The lyrics are meant to motivate, so it serves its purpose 🙂

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The Weather Report

Watch the Weather Change | by Artilogia

Watch the Weather Change | by Artilogia

A girl awakens to murderous humidity and finds her naked spine feeling as though it were put to sleep on sandpaper instead of her soft cotton sheets. She thinks of him, as is always her first thought during these hot nights. She’d crawl under the shower for ten minutes and fall back asleep soaking wet, only to awaken an hour later feeling the same as she last woke. This time, she is irritated with him creeping his way through the darkness into her mind. She didn’t always love him. There were times when she thoroughly tired of him, even if she had spoken softly to him just hours before, thinking of the sweet taste of their next meeting. She wanted nothing more than that high, hedonistic feeling at all times and was just beginning to feel the irritation of it not being so. Sometimes, it just wasn’t love.

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A child awakens to thunderstorms just after day was supposed to break. It is darker outside that necessary and he whimpers, wondering where his mama was. He found the multitudinous clang of raindrops frightening as he missed the gentle voice of his mother who was always there when he awoke. He pulls the covers over his eyes and waits for what seems like hours for her to come into his room and sooth his edgy nerves. Suddenly a sharp clap of thunder makes him half leap out of his bed. Something is amiss, he realizes. The usual early morning noises of his household weren’t just drowned out by the storm, he hadn’t heard them at all. Was she ill? Had she left him? The big old house was too frightening to rifle through in search of her. He wanted nothing more than to see her walk though his bedroom door just then as he began to realize that he may have to learn to make it on his own sometime soon.

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A man awakens to the cold winds whistling through the corridors. Sometimes even howling like an old forgotten ghost, trying to remind the world of why she had remained so long after her body departed. The chill down his spine was far more than the cold world he finds himself in on this night so far away from home. He had come looking for reasons as to why he was pulling away and all he seemed to get were reminders of why he shouldn’t. The wind cried her name, howled her pain and reminded him of what it felt like when they were together. How could he force himself to feel something that just upped at took off? She walked off and now she wanted to run back in. Somehow in the process she became a reminder of everything in his past and he felt himself slipping away just as he was on the precipice of something real. He wanted nothing more than to find his way back to her and wondered why his insides kept going along this downward spiral yet again.

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A woman awakens to a sunny day as the warm glow of the day creeps into through the gaps in her white lacy curtains. She smiles as she stays in bed for five minutes longer, luxuriating in thoughts of what the day would bring. Her newly shorn off hair would be perfect for feeling the sunlight on the back of her neck. Last night had been perfect as she lightly debates how she would plan the follow-through. Is it too early to call her? She half giggles in surprise as she finds thoughts of this strange, dark haired, wild-eyed woman who had been on her mind for days. After months of letting shadows wreak havoc in her mind, she was finally coming to terms with who she was. No more dark days, she firmly promises herself, letting thoughts of a first kiss spread through her system. Soft, gentle, ripe lips. What a change that would be! She wanted nothing more than to hold on to this feeling of knowing that she was not meant for conventional love affairs as she let herself bask in thoughts of the woman she was falling in love with.

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