Part 3
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Prologue
I am really falling behind on my posting...
I guess everyone does time to time, or maybe not, I do not know what people do, do not do, do do, while do do...
Just rushing to catch up again, again, again...
Guess I am now fairly caught up...
Bye.
I
Coffee
The smell of coffee began to fill the air as the coffee maker slowly worked. He was standing in the kitchen in a mind of his own. His eyes were blank as the dripping sound entered his ears. He felt each drop and found a rhythm to it which most ignored.
His foot tapped with each drip, then his hands joined the rhythm, his arms followed and finally his legs. His body was moving, dancing, flowing. The dance was short-lived since the coffee was ready to be drunk. He stopped moving and stood there his eyes blank. The smell was all the flowed through him.
He poured a cup, took a sip and his eyes glowed as if he finally woke up. He wondered why he felt to dance?
II
Wolfie Searching
A wolf was walking through the forest in search of a pack. Any pack. She had found some but none seemed to have lasted that long...
Either due to time, space, or growing old. Her search seems to be endless wishing to find some that stay with her or...
That she stays with them. It is easy to pass the blame but she has to keep in mind the logs in her own eyes before she goes after others eyes. But she searches. Passing those that also search or rather are on their way to their packs. She could join them? Be an add on? But merely an add on does not do. Time. She will find a pack. Or make her own. Or... Imagine her pack while she searches.
III
Onwards
Nervous and excitement bounced in her soul as something came along the street. It was new yet something she had known before even for a short while, her nervous were steady as the excitement slowly took over just slightly. The bus headed towards that something that she saw without known any better, as it always does with people like her and most like not. It was getting closer, and she imagined what it would be like, but...
Kept it in her mind and head that pedestals are meant to crumble.
IV
No Sleep
She closed her eyes. Hoping for her mind to be at ease and the rest to follow. The nightingale was also asleep and the owls hooted no more.
It was silence. With only the weight of her breathing filling the air. Her mind began to makes its way into the land of sleep, when suddenly, a sound came to life.
It was her heartbeat. She has been a restless ghost for time and time again but now she was to go back to the land of the alive. Her ghostly form rushed to her body as another earthy force pulled her to it.
How does a ghost breathe? You may be asking. Well, how do you they do not? Her form landed in her deceased body, nine feet under. Her eyes shot open as the inside of the coffin greeted her frighten face.
This is why ghosts do not sleep.
V
Land of New
Once upon a time, in the land of new there was a young lad, who merrily played on this tablet day to day.
His eyes never wonder for his sight was bare. He liked the feel of smooth against his fingertips and the vibrations that game gave.
Tis was only a test. A prototype that had a features that be anewed. But fun, so much fun. He played and played.
The main feature to change would be that the tablet was huge and fused to his hand. his finger was about to stick upon it
But that could be the fault of his own.
VI
Dancer
She danced with the grace of a confused owl. Her body looked heavy, while her size was small. She yearned to be with them, to move in sync. She worked, she danced, she created. She danced. Day and night. Dawn and dusk. They danced too but elsewhere. She was in a room her own with the music beating against her skin. Her bones were beginning to wiggle.
She carried on dancing, as she heard the steps of the others on their way home. She stayed. Her toes began to part with trances of blood coming to the surface. The music banged on and on.
The power cut, and only the stars showed her room, herself. It was silence.
She was breathing heavy, and she began to wait. Then she heard a beat. Her heartbeat. Her foot began to tap. Her body followed. And she danced, but not like a confused owl, but one in majestic flight protect the night’s land. She had found her own dance.
And when the music came back. She still had it.
VII
Tick
Tick, tock, tick, tock. It is odd how there is an even number of ticks as tocks on a clock. In life there are more ticks than tocks since tock is not a thing.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. Following the hands with your eyes can get tiring. Your lips begin to make the sound that you hear. Listening to a clock is a sensor experience.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. It almost drives you... to sleep. The rhythmic rhythm of the sound. I guess... it can be what some people have with their ticks. The rhythmic rhythms of the movement.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. Maybe some people tick in their sleep? Maybe others cannot because of their ticks? This is sad.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, Tick, tock, tick, tock, Tick, tock, tick, tock, Tick, tock, tick, tock. My eyes are getting sore and my mouth is dry. I wish someone removed this clock.
VIII
People Experience
Here is the thing about dealing with people: you can only learn how to deal with them by experience. There are no classes and advice online only cover a fraction of who is out there.
Young people or the ones with little social skills are not dumb they just do not have enough experience. Hence, why some people think it is alright to manipulate them. And use them.
You get older people who are poorly educated and are more forward about what they want. It is easier to see. Then you get the ones that are well- educated, who hide what they want with a smile, “praise” and victim dance.
These are the ones I ran into. Keep in mind I can be wrong. Keep in mind more, there are good people with pure intentions.
But... just question what is behind certain smiles. Sometimes a lack of a smile is more welcoming. Think of your boss, if they smile too much and too often, they could be having a breakdown, or you could be out of a job.
VIV
Bus Home
I was sitting on the bus, staring ahead as the traffic on my sides crawled by. The bus stopped, it was not mine. Two blind people boarded and sat in the direction that I stared.
I kept on since I was comfortable. The blind man was facing me with the blind lady sitting besides him. Their eyes were that colour that I wish to not have. The bus moved, slowly.
The next stop was not to be mine, but it was still a bit away. The blind man facing me, winked.
I was confused. Did he? I though he just had something in his eye, in his one eye.
The bus kept slowly moving, and he did nothing more. Then he winked again with the same eye. Is he blind? He has the colour and the stick, but he winks?
It was my stop and up I got. There was a crowd in the bus. I heard him say to the lady besides him: “I winked at some.”
“Why?” she asked,
“Makes me laugh, you should try it next time.”
“Sure.”
Clever bugger.
X
Waiting for the Snow
The sun was shining as she starred out the window waiting for the snow to fall. She did not have too much experience with the soft white of fresh snow
So she knew she would enjoy it when it comes, if it comes, and how it comes. She was hoping for a lot but nature was being stubborn this time around. But she waited.
She saw some white fall. But it was merely dust. Her head leaned on the window stall as her eyes followed the path of what her body would do in the snow.
A cough escaped her throat and she prayed this cold would go away before she could go out to have fun in the cold of the fresh snow.
Her eyes grew tired as she headed to bed. Hopefully when she awoke the snow would greet her healthy face. Her lips formed a smile.
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