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A Fishing Story.Argh, 'twas an arduous task.So there I was standing eye to eye with Fate itself.I could feel it's cold stare from one eye piercing through my soul and a warm caress from the other eye judging me and me resolve.There were no noises, there were no smellsIt looked at me and all that I was worth.Argh, aye it was an experience to behold, matey, but I stared attempting to comprehend with all me strength.What was it going to do?Argh... I stared it down and it stared me downI never blank, that's for sure, matey, but neither did Fate.Aye... it turned away with nothing more than a long lasting side glance until it's eye werelong out of view.Argh, but I knew, Aye, I knew good 'n well not to blink yet, matey, I kept staring long into the back of its head knowing it was still staring me down.Aye...Just before it disappeared out of sight, I would behold a sight I thought never to see in all me years...It turned around slowly, starting with that side-long glance, staring me dead in the
Pronounce The ProfoundWhat does someone mean when they say they have a "beating heart?"I should hope they do as long as they are walking and talking, thinking and breathing, saying incredulous things like that. I have a beating heart as well, I know because it beats keeping the blood in my body circulating at a particular pressure allowing oxygen to reach the deepest tissue.So what makes them so special? Is it because the smile about it? Is it because they say it to the face of someone they are smiling at? What makes their statement stand out above all else? That what they say is by far more true than anything I could say?Why do they say things like that while looking at each other? Holding hands, making eye contact? Is it something special? Is it something nice? Is it anything at all than their hearts just beating?All I see is a statement. But when they say it to one another, their expression doesn't become disbelief instead they look at each other warmly, smiling, cheeks turning red.All I feel is my
Mis-everythingTic, tic, ticI stare and wonder.Tic, tic, ticWhat are you telling me?Tic, tic, ticShould I be doing something?Tic, tic, ticIs anything happening?Tic, tic, ticAre you telling me anything at all?Tic, tic, ticMaybe you just like to make noises at me.Tic, tic, ticWhy don't you ever look at me differently?Tic, tic, ticIt seems like when I'm around you, I can tell you everything and anything.Tic, tic, ticWhen I am with you, time stands still.Tic, tic, ticSo, why did you do that?Tic
Why did you let me say everything to you when you were going to do that?
Did you think I wanted you to do that? Is that it?
Or was it me?Tic
Maybe I just wanted to tell someone...Tic
Tic, tic, ticMaybe I just didn't understand.Tic, tic, ticMaybe you didn't hear me right.Tic, tic, ticMaybe we were both wrong.Tic, tic, ticWe all mess up, right?Tic, tic, ticTime continues to move, right?Tic, tic, ticBut you and I
Chance EncounterIn this day and age, when people go to social areas like the mall or a park or a library, how often do two people talk that have never seen each other ever before? How often do they ask you "How is your day?" or "What brings you here?"People hardly talk anymore at random. No one asks you at the grocery store "What are you having for dinner?" or "I use parsley in my recipe!" There are a lot of places that were meant for casual social gatherings and these days, aren't used for those gatherings anymore.It's one AM and the air is cool tonight. The clouds have blocked out the stars and threaten to rain. The park is quiet and lit up in caramel light along the path. It's not just me tonight as it usually is. Tonight there is someone else walking nonchalantly as I always do.I have never seen this person before. No one is usually out at this hour in the park. Everyone is usually in their dark houses asleep to the humming of their computers while their cell phones charge and their vehicles sl