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Autumn AdagiosLeaves carried by the wind swirl around me; crisp oranges, browns, and yellows dancing in the autumn wind. With the drop in temperature my hair pricks up, and along with it a wave nostalgia as my thoughts relapse to seasons past.
I'm eleven again, resting on the side of a small bridge with my feet hanging over the edge. Despite the two layers of clothing, I'm still cold and shivering. Fall leaves litter the landscape; the large oaks looming above responsible.
Sitting there watching the leaves float downstream under me, my ears perk to the sound of a feminine voice singing. The soft, melancholy music swells in me, and I instantly forget the chill of the air and become entranced. I look up from the ground and to the world around me, and as if a colour lens was put over my vision, the orange hues of the season seem to deepen with a brilliance I haven't seen before.
Bass Beats That Shake the SoulIt's bright, sunny, and there is no breeze at the moment. I look over as she strips her clothes, her ebony skin contrasting against the bright colours of the day. The smell of sex wax fills my senses, and I start thinking how odd the name.. The ability it has to invoke the same thoughts as its name even though its use is completely different. It's March 5th, 2009 and I'm on a bus.
I want to be a travel writer. The only problem is that I work thirty eight hours a week barely scraping by to make rent. I spend five hours total on the bus and lose thirty minutes a day roughly in the bathroom. Waking up a couple of days ago made me realize how much time I'm wasting for nothing. Everyone in my life has told me how much potential I have, but I'm unsure how to tap into such unknown latent talent. So I write you this...
Your day doesn't start tomorrow, decisions are made now and keep putting one foot ahead the other. Don't walk back now because all you went through to get here has been hard eno
Melodic MachinationsThe figure of a Castle juts against a dark landscape. Layers of black clouds paste themselves like backdrop in the night sky, an irradiated blue shining through the rare cracks between. It's too dark to see, but a brittle crunch attributes each step I take closer to my destination.
I'm drawing nearer, but a rhythmic shaking through the ground causes me to hesitate. I think to myself, 'Do not hesitate. Hesitation only leads to death.' I look up to what's drawing me to this place; more mechanical than stone, the tarnished steel clockwork of the abode slowly turns. Each click of a gear creates the beat of the tremors I felt coming here. There's no more fear in me.
As I start to stride forward, a quick flash like lightning pierces through the translucent clock face, revealing the ancient skeletons below me that make up the terrain. A slow, deep chiming of the hour plays as I start to smile. Each monotone note beckons me to come, and with each strike the smile broadens to a grin.
My last th
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