Unreal RealityI look around at everything
It seems so fresh and green
I think I should be happy
But my heart won't let me be
My heart it sits and thinks of you
A reality I don't have
A reality I want to own
A reality without
I hate this bit without you
I hate that you're not there
I sit and wish my world away
Just wishing you were there
There's nothing quite so tender
There's nothing quite so true
As having you right next to me
And saying all you'll do
I hate that you're not near
I hate that you're not there
I wish that I could hold you
Instead of living in this lie
I feel like I'm living a fantasy
And living in something so unreal
But nothing really matters much
As you're not standing by
750 word preambleToday is the start of a brand new era for me today. I am no longer an employee but an employer. I am flying solo. Everything I have been working for has come into being today. I can hardly believe it. It all seems like some dream of a long time ago. And I guess that is kind of true has it has been the case for some time now, well for as long as I can remember that I have been working towards this, working and flying solo, being my own boss and managing my own affairs and workload. I feel so happy to have got here, but nervous too. Scared of failing of being a failure on my own, when I know as an employee, I am good. I am more than good I am the best there can be. And I guess that was part of the problem there was no challenge there for me. Nothing for me to strive towards; no goal for me to aim to, I was there, doing, being but bored. And I don't do bored.
the 3 evils - WIPSee no evil
The sun was shining and Julia had just gotten out of Russell square tube station after being jostled around by the usual commuters. She wore a dark blue pinstripe suit with a rose pink shirt which extenuated her long lean athletic body. She idly made her way amongst the people heading into the offices for the day at work. Julia loved her job, at the RNIB, she had started working there when she was 15 as a volunteer and thoroughly enjoyed it and then when she graduated in sociology she went straight back to the offices looking for permanent work. For the RNIB there was no questions needed asking, they had known Julia at this point over 5 years and immediately found her a role and a position to fill.
To look at her you would think of her as no different from anyone else, as she wore her dark glasses against the glare of the sun. But she was distinguished in her movements only by the white stick which she carried wit
fantasy or fictionIt started off like any other day, but it quickly turned into something very different indeed. Where the actual change happened I could not tell you but it did and now I find myself in completely unfamiliar territory not quite sure what to do, where I am or in reality how I actually got here, well not entirely true, but the journey of it seems uncomprehensible and I am the one who has done it. So to anyone else, one can only stand and stare in disbelief.
I currently found myself in the middle of St Marks square in Rome. All round me are traditional style medittereanean style stores and coffe shops and the sun is raining down into the middle of the square exactly where I am standing, making me shine or look like I am surrounded by light and very angelesque like in my stature. The whole ideology seems ironic and surreal based on where I am.
This morning seemed very normal for want of a better phrase. I took the kids to school, and despite their
LifeScream, scream, shout shout that is all my parents seemed to do these days. Talking to many of my friends it seemed that many of our parents did the same thing. What I did not understand was if they hated each other so much why stay together. I hated the line that some gave it was better to have two parents living in the same household than have them separated, i.e. have the child grow up in what was loosely termed a non-stable background. What the hell did parents know about stability? The world was very different from the world in which they grew up. It was not a pre-requisite to stay together. People grow apart as well as together. All they had to do was look at the people they were still in contact with at the time of their marriage. How many were they? I wondered. Not many I would guess and to me this said it all. In general people changed and grew ap
Mother natureThe rain pelted heavily against the wooden shutters. The wind rattled them heavily in their frames. I sat on the parquet floor in front of my old fashioned wood fire with a blanket wrapped around me trying to keep warm. These storms were rare this deep into the valley. The mountains surrounding us usually acted as a protection against the harsher elements, meaning whatever we get it was usually ten times worse on the outside of the valley. I wondered how long it was going to last. The current storm felt like it had been going for days but in all honesty it was probably only a few hours. The flames from the fire place licked at the wood in a very wanting fashion of more throwing out excessive forms of heat. I loved sitting this close to the fire in my blanket it was comforting and homely. It was seeing the flames and the patterns they made, there were hypnotic and enticing. I of
She sat thereShe sat there quiet and unassuming, waiting watching, observing. She did not know what she was waiting for, but she knew what she would be waiting for when she saw it, or them. The bottle of water on the table in front of her glistened with the heat and the cold from the fridge slipped down the bottle onto the red chequered table cloth. This was her favourite past time people watching, it was why she was hired to do what she did. She was a columnist and wrote about life as she saw it. Her spare time was something different, it was built up around the strange and the unusual, part of something which fuelled her passion for 'people watching'. It allowed her to watch the balance of the worlds, both this and ethereal, the Mythical and the real.
No one would quite believe her if she wrote about what she really saw, but she did not care, she was there for them as they were for her. There was an understan
Alley was darkThe alley was dark and unobtrusive to the naked eye. Nothing would have caught the ordinary person's eye unless you were particularly looking for it. Under one of the stone archways was a twinkling, of lights and stars like dust caught in a sunbeam, or that imagery within a cartoon, where a character has been knocked out. From the top of the alleyway, walked a man in a long evening cape and tall top hat more suited to that of Victorian England than modern day 2012. However his notice and appearance went unnoticed by the passersby on the street above. His cane echoed hollowly off the walls around the alleyway and provided a third step to his gaiety walk. He wandered down to the covered part of the archway where the lights were twinkling
"Ah there you are" He said
"Come down, we need to talk"
The lights twinkled and danced and formed a colourless yellow formation of a girl in front of him. The girl had long hair