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Emotional imbalance seems to rush thru my body like that of a flame to paper, I know I shall get over this with the help of the so called witch doctors I have seen, for their insight for society is give them medicine it will help everything. My day seems to drag for it knows I have taken a few days off to find the happiness that once filled my heart. I am going to visit my cousins and lay by the pool. I have enjoyed the water so much and yet have not been surrounded in its cooling grasp.

I love the way it shimmers as the afternoon sun hits it body and glistens on its waves, the cold calming of its touch as it hits the body forming goosebumps on the body, the silence of its depth to block out all that cannot harm you. Yes the water magical in its own way. Maybe that will be my inspiration of thought and life.

I hope these thoughts will get clear, I love so much to right of my thoughts and feelings, for life is not to be blackened or blemished, for on the path of light we must see the beauty that lies along the way or we shall be sucked into the dark depths of disease. Loving photos in the mind the beauty of its landscapes, flowers the bush the trees and the sky. More to follow, bear with me………..

Realism is filled with sorrow and pain. Friendship is earned and never given freely for I been hurt to much to allow society with its vines venture into my realm. I am but just words of the heart nothing more. An art of illusion of twisted words filled with passion and life. I allow others so close and promise nothing for I am what you see.

A mirror shows no illusion just the distorted truth of what we want to see. If we feel insure about ourselves we will see the imperfections and nothing more. Our minds dwell on what the mind has shown us as flaws. No matter your weight , shortness or what they are ours to own. Others see the beauty no matter what and see past societies theme of perfection.

A dream is just dream yet given a change it becomes a nightmare. Take my words for this is all I have to give.

Morning Whispers of the wind has awoken me to a cool crisp morning. The birds in the tall trees singing, talking to the spirits that arose them too. Mother earth is waken with the creatures that sing to the heavens of the days staart.

Eerie feelings of the days dread set apon me as the earth begins it's new day. Creatures, people that show vile faces of the busy streets of this concrete world. Negative thoughts and words that create utter devastation of mother earths scstart.

False words and actions that do nothing for world, only for their own personal gain of false happiness.

Communities that once clung together in weekends events have become peepers thru the windows of their houses. Angry Karen's in today's society. That put down even their own children in false prophets of a dying future.

I shake my head and smile as I sip my coffee; for their looks, words have no bearing on me for I walk my own path in life. A lone wolf that cares nothing for that ugly plague. I care for the creatures that sing and hopes of the old human race that once created a society of empathy.

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madalistair
20:13 Jul 26 2025

I love mornings like these.

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The days seem to linger anymore, I do not know if the clock is just loosing its energy as much as I feel these days. Or is it the sequence of day and night for the darkness I see and the light of day is hid under my eyelids because of the sleep. Gentleness of the world no longer seems upright but vague for the evil of humans against all races seem to dominate thee news of the time. I hope that at some time Mother earth and this corrupt society will realize the mistakes it has tolled on others and stop it.

Hello, is anybody out there?

The shadows of VR seem at sometimes to slip in the void of nothing, a place where seldom thoughts and words fail to come back from.

Whispers of the ghosts fill the halls of VR, linger as empty dreams in the blocks of the binary code of the once fruitful site.

Strays come and go, yet the duration of stay is a month if that or a day of those false images of hopeful dreams. Looking checking for information or a niche to finally hopefully fit somewhere they could call home, yet are run off by ignorance of bullies or lack of log ons.

The persistence of elder, pop in and out hoping for days of old and chatter that would wake up the internet at all levels. Seeing if the the pages remain or maybe a avatar of the past has come back to the dreams that once was had.

Journals of forgotten feelings give meaning to the site and the adoring lives that once gave meaning to a society of the web. Insights to lives and families that lived in the outer limits of the internet.

Thankful to those who still pop in and show they still remain connected to here. Many friends have vanished but their thoughts and presence still is here.

I returned because this was my other home, and the friends I met, I cherished through the time I was here, I rushed to this site to be with my community every hour I could.

I enjoy the new friends and the elders that remained, journal entries keep me up on the life that they live and the aspects of theirs and others lives. For we all must live in the concrete world and not just a fantasy of our dreams. We must always share or time.

It shall rise again thru the ashes like the phoenix, and be thriving again. Give time to here as you do with the hectic ways of the outer world and maybe just maybe........

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calebtoole23
03:19 Jul 25 2025

I'm here if you need friend's ear.

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This wolf does walk alone yet clings to the fantasies of the moon in its silken light, yet I wander for this time waiting watching for the time to capture the purity of the dreams which I do hold in my soul and heart. This wolf has been guided by its spirit from the days of old and protects itself from the hunters and game that will harm my existence on mother earth. I fear someday the walls of the woods will collapse and I shall have the inner fortitude to find the path I choose, yet now I sit and wait for a time, little or long to hold the dreams my mind bounces to daily.

We seldom in life’s crazy design, do we find the inner peace we search for but haunts us in the days of the clocks ever moving arms. For is it out of reach or is it in the plans for the future and what it holds. My past memories I have hid in the closed doors of mind, which haunt me like scrooges Christmas carol. My thoughts guiding me yet I weary of their toil.

For the worlds mischievous ways seem to mock me and unrest my soul. For the words that cling to the pages stir the unbridle passion of desire and life that sometimes I forget that was once in me. For words create an illusion of pain and love, words describe the wants we desire to feel upon our weary bodies and the insight of the passions we hope to achieve. Small remarks of life yet given in free words on what they want create the desire to live and breathe once again.

Write be free, create your illusion for it will take you to the ends of the earth and back. Describe your wants and passions for than words will the fill the earth with the art we as mortals once knew.

As I have journey thru this life, two things seem to be said for my perspective on it, it’s not the fear or meaning of life or death for we are given chances to exceed or fail based on us or society. It is that of here or there. For if life is not clear, we live for here at this time and think of there. Or do we live in a fantasy life more apt to our liking than live here in this society of violence, drugs, and death.

Things from a child were so relaxed and good, even though it was filled with hardships it still magical there. Here the world has become grey, people are against people and we work to live and die.

And tremendous difference between here and there can be seen in every persons thought or dream. Yet we seem to go on. People needs to or well society needs to go back to the basics of everyone is created equal and we all help and take care of each other, For this here will soon end if the path is not switched. And last thoughts will be there.

Riddles and puzzles or more apparent in life’s struggles for every step seems to be another obstacle or burden for the gods amusement. Pawns on a chess board waiting for the battle that never happens and yet waits in the wind like a solemn leaf holding on to the branches in an autumn storm.

Clouded words I put here to reason with the darkness I have been in, death is no more a thought yet there is nothingness, plain and simple nothingness. Words of inspiration I love to create and pictures off the beauty of the world seem to be not there. They say it will get better, I do hope and pray for now I am just sitting by the shore waiting for the mist to fade away from the shoreline.