evolution
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My heart is not broken. It still beats normally. It is my mind that is a mess. A nest of “if, then, why, what” thoughts. Questions that never stop. Why did you leave? If only I did this, rather than that! How can I restore that which was lost? Can what is lost be salvaged?…
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Tonight, my head is filled with images from my past. I see my young self, tanned so dark that other kids asked if I was Indian. I had thick, curly hair. I wore black-rimmed glasses with one arm taped on with masking tape. The tape was a light cream color. I used a marker and…
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Sometimes the past will not stay where it belongs. Often we find our thoughts return to past events or experiences, and it disturbs and disrupts our calm. Maybe this means that there is something to be learned from these haunting memories. If only we can separate these recollections from the accompanying emotions, enabling us to…
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I see this phenomenon everywhere. Opinions and direction swings like a pendulum, from one end of the spectrum to the other, only passing the middle ground, but lingering at the extremes. The saying ‘Two wrongs don’t make a right!’ applies here. These swings are much more common and prominent due to media programming. And here…
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The angel is in a foul mood. It yanked its suit off and struggled to fold it before tossing it back into the ship. The suit’s wings tend to become rigid and springy when the suit is not worn. The angel was in the middle of a well-deserved vacation when this job got assigned. It…
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The day the world lost its mind started like any other. The earth speeding along its solar orbit, happily spinning on its axis, dragging the moon with it on its path. Satellites sending and receiving data, bits and bytes that records and coordinates life on the ground. The night-line receding as the sun chase it…
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God decided to make the earth while bored. Teenagers are full of energy and action most of the time, but these periods of chaos are often interrupted with stretches of boredom. God is fifteen. A teenager. A girl named Bertha. Boredom is harder for girls, especially when your name is Bertha. What was her parents thinking to pick such a…
Tales from my head 