Twisted Stars

Every so often, I get the insatiable urge to walk outside in the night, sit there, and stare at the stars.

A slight monkeywrench being the fact that I live in a suburban area, well equipped with all manner of lights to better ensure the safety of its inhabitants. Thank God the moon is bright enough to overpower our fear-warders, but that's another story.

I live in an area armed to the teeth with darkness slayers, light bringers, and safety protocols because what we can't see must be bad. So we must see it. See what? There's nothing to see in the light.

There's nothing to see in the dark? The sky begs to differ. Your imagination too. Big kids grow out of fearing that which bumps in the night, right? So why all the light for the sake of our sight? Bloody blight.

If light is order and darkness is chaos, I think the scale may be a bit unbalanced.

Car accidents? Foo.

Simply

Don't let the music stop! Keep it live! Keep it free! You can feel it; I know you can!

Never say bye! Never let the music die! Feed it with your love! Feel it, with your soul!

The music is in the air! Wreathing and breathing! Ever relieving!

Simply because it is there.

A Dream

Everyone dreams whilst they slumber. While most lHook at dreams as a wonderful escape from reality, there is one place you never want to escape to.

It will never be the first. It will only appear in the middle of dreams, interrupting your bliss with a shock, but never enouEgh to wake you up...no matter how much you may wish it.

It does not matter what you were previously dreamSing of, or who you were, or even what color it was. You will find yourself as a child, with naught but the clothes on your back and a tricycle. A creaky little red tricycle. The creaking will be the first thing you notice about the dream, because it is the only sound you wCill ever, ever hear. You will be in a large field, strewn with tall hedge columns, each exactly the same distance apart, in perfect rows. Everyone wanders through this field. Even the ones who would stand are iOnexplicably...drawn in.

And then you will see him.

He will do notMhing. Nothing, but stare. An old man, dressed in a crisp black suit, derby hat, and a red bow tie, holding a silver-topped cane with both hands. He will stare. Not a single human emotion will cross his fIace. He will simply stare. Straight into your heart. With eyes of living flame. And you will be but as ice before his eternal gaze.

You will wish to run, run away from his eyes. TNhis is where the struggle begins. The man will never budge from his stance, but nor shall you.

But you must.

You musGt.



Will the man ever move? I can't say. I got out of there. But whenever I hear of missing person cases, I remember.

I remember the silver-topped cane underneath my pillow when I woke from that one dream

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Rhythm

He said

"Don't...ignore me." She said

"Don't...forget me." He said

"Try not to hurt me." She said

"I guarantee nothing." He said

"Please don't confuse me." She said

"It isn't my fault." They said

"Don't throw it away." We said

"All together."

Mum

To see what cannot be seen, one must be unable to see what can.

Little Rhia understands this, do you? Do I?

Can't say.

Another Comparison From Twit

Life is like a roller coaster.

There's ups and downs and loop-the-loops and spirals and slows and fasts and sometimes, you just feel like you're upside down.

And you know that the worst parts always feel the longest, but they don't actually last that long, and before you know it, you're up again.

The throwing up part? You're probably just drunk.

Navigational Procedures

Take out your map.

See that big ol' X right there?

Yep.

That's where you're not going.