Sometimes you just have to be there to understand, even if being there makes no sense at all.” – excerpt from: freefalling
Once upon a time there was a child who had a golden brain. His parents only discovered this by chance when he injured his head and gold instead of blood flowed out. They then began to look after him carefully and would not let him play with other children for fear of being robbed. When the boy was grown up and wanted to go out into the world, his mother said: “We have done so much for you,we ought to be able to share your wealth.
No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
The guilt fell upon him like a hammer to a nail. He dropped onto his bed, grabbing the picture frame that sat next to it. I’m sorry were the words that repeatedly came out of his mouth. All he could think was, how could he do that to her? To the woman he vowed to spend the rest of his life with. His stomach hurt just from thinking about it.
Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,
Her ashes new-create another heir
As great in admiration as herself.
What is drama but life with the dull bits cut out.
Drama entered my home last week, but I ushered it to the door and tossed it to the curb.
A private organisation may not have sufficient apple or other essential ingredients in its monthly stock, but its top brass will only talk about individual’s performance pie i.e. achievement vs target of apple-pie sales in the meeting.
I want to keep living in this beautiful dream-world of ours.
I can forgive almost any crime if a great story is left in its wake.