Originally posted on Irregular Bones. A Not Quite Alice Moment From. Once I saw a man wearing an expensive business suit and a man in clothes that were torn and dirty digging a hole together next to the railroad tracks. Just so that they could up digging side by side. Next to the railroad tracks early one Monday Morning. To journal or to Facebook that is the question. Well That Makes Sense Really.

Wonderings, wanderings, adventures, and ponderings. In a dome of ethereal transparency. Glass-like, yet fluid,. The only thing between me and. Galaxies of limitless knowledge,. Slightly distorted, yet infinitely. As I wake, a door. Begins to form in front of me,. The lock nowhere to be seen. Cloud my mind in self-doubt and judgment. When I could be discovering.

To write your name in the sky. The clouds came and made it. So I left the world above. I tried to reach the sea. Wrote your name in the dust. Yet the waves pulled you away from me. Is a mystery to all. A mere mirage full of beeping sounds,.

He agreed that our dad would probably not notice a couple of coins missing. It took us all day and we slept that night craving sweets. I hated the day that she needed my hands to put my dads belongings in boxes. She needed Helens that day too as hers were not working at all anymore. I felt pride to be chosen, the heavy burden at first masked by my inflated ego. Humbled by a country that acknowledged the responsibility to document a conflict for those at home and for genera.

Left foot, Right foot, Repeat. Dogs, dogs, and more dogs. I have spent the past two weeks with the nasty crud that has been going around. I have a day or two where I feel pretty good, followed by days of wondering if my stomach is ever going to stop feeling horrible, along with being tired. Or sound completely like scams.