Such a sight for sore eyes.
Everything was brought into sharp focus.
Exasperating! How could he have been so blind!
Such a sight for sore eyes.
Everything was brought into sharp focus.
Exasperating! How could he have been so blind!
Falling into another bout of depression, worried how much it was going to hurt when she found bottom.
Each moment filled with the dread that this was the best, and the worst was yet to come.
And no matter what happened, she was right that it got worse, and she plummeted faster and faster
The end was never in sight.
Her mind was paralyzed
Every moment an eternity
Reaching out, she got the help she needed. There were still times she fell, but now it was like a…
Putting my toes in the ocean with the wind in my hair and the heavy scent of salt in the air
And if not then a crystal clear lake with cabins and joy all around
Rural roads with mile upon mile of fresh blacktop and not a car in sight
A strong wind during twilight bringing the fresh smell of a coming storm
Dark night under the stars, friends to either side sharing stories and jokes
Icy cold in contrast to a bright sun reflecting off a virgin snowfall
Surreally painted skies at the beach, good tunes on the radio, watching the sun sink slowly off stage west
Everyone should occasionally go to their special place to recharge their soul in their own …
Quitting the task had never crossed his mind
Unless you counted when he woke up, most of the time during the day, and just before sleeping
Every moment he thought about stopping he somehow found the will to finish it
So when that music in his head announced he was finally done, he let out a sigh of relief
That was short-lived since he realized all he had been doing was just a side…
Greg knew how to make quite an entrance
Radiating the machismo that defined 70’s porn stars
Allowing the room to take in his exposed furry chest
Nobody ever forgot that sight, ever
Despite paying their therapist many many ….
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Can’t believe she is sitting across from me
And the kids are nowhere in sight
Now in the flickering light
Dinner is slowly consumed
Listening to each other without the constant munchkin banter
Enjoying the birthday of his marriage
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Tap. Tap. Tap. The chips of virgin white marble flew with each hit of the chisel from the hammer, littering the floor with inspiration. Morgan had spent seven days going over this particular block looking at what was hidden within. Seven days of laying on of hands, to get the feel of the rock. She spent hours upon hours looking at the block from every conceivable angle. Now she was obsessed with releasing the imprisoned statue held within the marble tomb. She tasted flecks of cold hard marble as she continued her work. The sound from her chisel and hammer gave her clues as to how she was doing with her excavation. The smell of her sweat mixed with the marble dust made her almost intoxicated.
Tap. Tap. Tap. The statue began to come to life. Morgan could feel it start to breathe with the life she was pouring out of her hands. It began to flex the muscles she carved into its limbs. The creator was working on the created, while the created worked on the creator; a circle of energy that kept building and building until…
Crack. A small imperfection of the marble block made itself known with the release of energy and sound pent up for millennia. Morgan stopped her hammer mid swing and let it drop of her deadened fingers. With a second crack it fell to the floor. The created life fled the lump of stone, leaving a petrified corpse behind. Morgan felt her creativity evaporate under the glare of the broken piece of art in front of her. She placed her chisel softly on her lips, as if to kiss the whole endeavor goodbye.
Morgan puckered her lips a bit, feeling the sharp end slice her lightly. The blood she tasted woke her out of her torpor. She picked up the flawed marble statue and gave it a bloody kiss. Where she had kissed the marble left a blood red “lipstick” mark. That made her smile. It was almost like a goodnight kiss on their first date. She would figure this piece out eventually. All good relationships just needed time. She left the marble behind on her table, the chisel laid beside. Tomorrow she would try again, but first she needed to take care of this bloody lip.
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