When I was younger, I didn't know what came to me. I rode my bike and tried to go on a straight line wondering how far I would go. Dust and smoke hit my eye, rain poured, but I still went on. Finally, when my legs and feet felt sore, I would stop and look around to see where I am.
She walks with modest curve, eyes recognizable and hair flowing. Her long, slender legs quietly seek out the ground, with one step gracefully before the other. Her hips sway from side to side like the soft melody of a Congo drum. Her luscious lips slightly curve into a small, secret smile, as she probably remembers of a private joke she had heard the day before.
Another long lonely night, eight o'clock in the evening, sitting in front of a television watching some silly, boring soap opera. I am not even paying much attention as I wonder where I would spend the rest of the night again.
One day, Stevie was hard at work in his father's shop when he came across a most peculiar customer. It looked like a horse, but a jagged, bony, horn stuck out from the center of its brow. Its fur was flaming red. It had a bright golden mane, and a golden sickle and hammer was tattooed on its right back thigh.
Stevie asked, "What can I get you, kind sir?"
"Do you get paid as much money as the person who owns this shop?" The unicorn spoke with a hypnotic voice.
I don't have many pictures of you. I will have to change this so that I have something to show at your wedding.
The expectations, the disappointments, the successes, each negatively or positively traumatic, inciting our evolution of spirit in every aspect. I now know the true meaning of the word growing pains. Outgrowing situations and people, exceeding my wildest musings with the realities I encounter.
Embrace me as I come near you.
O sweetest refuge of mine,
You are my comfort when I am in deep sorrow.
Welcome me now with your warmth,
For I chose to lay beneath you forever...
"Mom, Father Dominguez called to tell you that the prayer meeting is about to start."
"Really? I think I better go now."
That’s my Mom, very Catholic and pious.
I turned to the stranger to my left. What was he doing on the 2:00 a.m. train headed downtown. Was he headed in for drugs? Some huge party? I was certain he was a shady character.
Eve collapsed into a heap on the ground, clutching the grass as if the green mass was the only thing keeping her from being pulled to the center of the earth. She trembled, feeling as if all the bones that had supported her for the past twenty years had been painfully extracted from her, though concerned onlookers viewed no signs of physical aching. Yet she felt torn away from all these people, their worried voices a distant concern to her own well-being. The deep pain that she was experiencing was of no concern to them.
I stood there, outside his room, waiting. With my head bowed down and my eyes shut tightly, I kept on replaying what had happened. Everything that happened.
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