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A Thousand Words

A picture really is worth a thousands words. There is so much detail to a picture, and always a story behind it.
I plan to write about that detail and story within a photo I have taken. Maybe not so much in a thousand words but...well...you get the picture!

Loneliness
He stands waiting for the same train that he waits for everyday. Crowds of people surround him. A light shines down on him and picks him out from the crowd; or even excludes him. As he stands waiting he sighs. A sigh of loneliness. The light in the subway was not the first time he felt excluded from a crowd, he feels excluded from the world everyday. He see faces thousands of them on a daily basis, but that’s all they ever are; faces. Faces of supervisors. Faces of colleagues. Faces of clients. Faces of people in the street. Just faces, nothing more. This makes his heart ache but he knows he can handle it as this is what he chooses. But as he sighs he pictures the face of a woman that was always more than a face. He begins to remember moments from the past. Like the way the sun use to shine down on her and fetch a glow to her skin. The way her hair use to dance in the wind. The way rain used to roll of her lips as they went to embrace. Then he remember the face of the doctor as he shook his head. She was only person who’s face he wish he could see again more than any other, and it was torn from his life like a photo from a book. No one can compare, and this is why he excludes himself from the world. As without her he has no world. As the train approaches, the subway echoes from the noise of its deadly engine. He clenches his fists and tightens his jaw and steps forward. The train screeches to a halt. The crowd all rush together. The doors open and the crowd pushes their way in. He is still standing on the yellow line and sighs again. He says to himself “One day at a time, one breath a at time. You can get through this” He steps on the train and it drives away. The subway is now empty, the sound of the train disappears in the background, it is almost peaceful. But tomorrow this subway will be filled again with the same faces; his face and the same decision will have to made all over again. I just hope he keeps making the same one.

Loneliness

He stands waiting for the same train that he waits for everyday. Crowds of people surround him. A light shines down on him and picks him out from the crowd; or even excludes him. As he stands waiting he sighs. A sigh of loneliness. The light in the subway was not the first time he felt excluded from a crowd, he feels excluded from the world everyday. He see faces thousands of them on a daily basis, but that’s all they ever are; faces. Faces of supervisors. Faces of colleagues. Faces of clients. Faces of people in the street. Just faces, nothing more. This makes his heart ache but he knows he can handle it as this is what he chooses. But as he sighs he pictures the face of a woman that was always more than a face. He begins to remember moments from the past. Like the way the sun use to shine down on her and fetch a glow to her skin. The way her hair use to dance in the wind. The way rain used to roll of her lips as they went to embrace. Then he remember the face of the doctor as he shook his head. She was only person who’s face he wish he could see again more than any other, and it was torn from his life like a photo from a book. No one can compare, and this is why he excludes himself from the world. As without her he has no world. As the train approaches, the subway echoes from the noise of its deadly engine. He clenches his fists and tightens his jaw and steps forward. The train screeches to a halt. The crowd all rush together. The doors open and the crowd pushes their way in. He is still standing on the yellow line and sighs again. He says to himself “One day at a time, one breath a at time. You can get through this” He steps on the train and it drives away. The subway is now empty, the sound of the train disappears in the background, it is almost peaceful. But tomorrow this subway will be filled again with the same faces; his face and the same decision will have to made all over again. I just hope he keeps making the same one.

link 3 21/04/2011 — 3 years ago
Long Distance Heartbreak
The words “It’s never going to work between us” Echoed through his mind as the phone died. No other words have or ever could hurt more. You could almost hear his heart smash into pieces like glass as it hit rock bottom. He lay in bed, 3:21am shone from his clock, through the dark room, the red ambient glow it created made everything seem surreal. Thousands of miles between them. Thousands of memories shared, and he was left with the sound of a dead phone to comfort him. He replayed the whole conversation in his head. As he did tears flooded from his eyes and they didn’t stop until they drowned him to sleep. To a sleep he wished he wouldn’t wake up from. His reality use to be better than his dreams. But now no nightmare could compare to what he was going through. Not only his heart was broken but his whole world it seemed.
I would like to tell you love is all rainbows and butterflies but I would be lying. I would like to tell you once you fall in love its happily ever after, but its not. Trust me I know, I’ve been through it all. Love is journey unlike no other. Love is a choice you make daily. Some days are easier than other. Some days feel like the movies, like your flying and not even gravity can hold you down. But other days are just cold and cruel, and the pain in those days feel like life is not worth living. It feels worse than any physical pain, a knife through the heart would be easy to bare compared to it.
So I hear you ask “Why love at all? Is it really worth it?”
My answer….”You can bet it is!”

Long Distance Heartbreak

The words “It’s never going to work between us” Echoed through his mind as the phone died. No other words have or ever could hurt more. You could almost hear his heart smash into pieces like glass as it hit rock bottom. He lay in bed, 3:21am shone from his clock, through the dark room, the red ambient glow it created made everything seem surreal. Thousands of miles between them. Thousands of memories shared, and he was left with the sound of a dead phone to comfort him. He replayed the whole conversation in his head. As he did tears flooded from his eyes and they didn’t stop until they drowned him to sleep. To a sleep he wished he wouldn’t wake up from. His reality use to be better than his dreams. But now no nightmare could compare to what he was going through. Not only his heart was broken but his whole world it seemed.

I would like to tell you love is all rainbows and butterflies but I would be lying. I would like to tell you once you fall in love its happily ever after, but its not. Trust me I know, I’ve been through it all. Love is journey unlike no other. Love is a choice you make daily. Some days are easier than other. Some days feel like the movies, like your flying and not even gravity can hold you down. But other days are just cold and cruel, and the pain in those days feel like life is not worth living. It feels worse than any physical pain, a knife through the heart would be easy to bare compared to it.

So I hear you ask “Why love at all? Is it really worth it?”

My answer….”You can bet it is!”

link 2 20/04/2011 — 3 years ago
MONEY
The places I’ve been are only one could dream of. I lived the high life floating from fantasies in reality and also felt the bottom of the cold, dark pit. My life is not for the faint hearted, I get used and abused day to day. Some days are better than others. I have saved lives, advanced nations and built up kingdoms. The joy I have fetched to the faces of many overwhelms even me. But not all days are like that. I been used for evil to fulfil their own selfish desires. Thrown from my bed in midst of the night, to the bed of another for the trade of their addictions. People work there entire lives just to see me, and I can vanish in a instant leaving you in your misery without care. Who am I you ask? I’m the person whose body you use to meet your needs or wants. I can give you satisfaction and happiness some believe, but they do not know the truth. I go by many names; Money, Cash, Paper, Dough. But my true identity is the route of all evil if your heart begins to beat for me. Keep a loose grip on me or I will consume you. I will be deceptive in my ways and make a slave of you, but let you believe you own me. I will tear down your human temple, and you will ache for me, but I will always leave you wanting more. But don’t make me out to be the bad guy. Like the flip of a coin I have two faces; good and evil. I am who you make me.

MONEY

The places I’ve been are only one could dream of. I lived the high life floating from fantasies in reality and also felt the bottom of the cold, dark pit. My life is not for the faint hearted, I get used and abused day to day. Some days are better than others. I have saved lives, advanced nations and built up kingdoms. The joy I have fetched to the faces of many overwhelms even me. But not all days are like that. I been used for evil to fulfil their own selfish desires. Thrown from my bed in midst of the night, to the bed of another for the trade of their addictions. People work there entire lives just to see me, and I can vanish in a instant leaving you in your misery without care. Who am I you ask? I’m the person whose body you use to meet your needs or wants. I can give you satisfaction and happiness some believe, but they do not know the truth. I go by many names; Money, Cash, Paper, Dough. But my true identity is the route of all evil if your heart begins to beat for me. Keep a loose grip on me or I will consume you. I will be deceptive in my ways and make a slave of you, but let you believe you own me. I will tear down your human temple, and you will ache for me, but I will always leave you wanting more. But don’t make me out to be the bad guy. Like the flip of a coin I have two faces; good and evil. I am who you make me.

link 6 09/04/2011 — 3 years ago
Running 
His heart is beating. Sweat drips from his forehead passing over his eyes, eyes which are focused, focused on the finish line. His leg muscles contract, pushing him forward. Everything in his body wants him to stop. But he refuses; refuses to stop, refuses to give in to the pain. Instead he presses on. With one final push, he let out an anguished cry as he crosses the line. Finally, he comes to a stand still, his heart still racing, his breath short. Flood lights shine down on him, the stadium is on it’s feet, cheering his name. The applause echoes into the night sky. But then this dream disperses, he is alone on that familiar track and field and he hears his coaches voice “Well done” the coach encourages “That’s a new personal best, keep up the training, and one day you may win gold.”

Running 

His heart is beating. Sweat drips from his forehead passing over his eyes, eyes which are focused, focused on the finish line. His leg muscles contract, pushing him forward. Everything in his body wants him to stop. But he refuses; refuses to stop, refuses to give in to the pain. Instead he presses on. With one final push, he let out an anguished cry as he crosses the line. Finally, he comes to a stand still, his heart still racing, his breath short. Flood lights shine down on him, the stadium is on it’s feet, cheering his name. The applause echoes into the night sky. But then this dream disperses, he is alone on that familiar track and field and he hears his coaches voice “Well done” the coach encourages “That’s a new personal best, keep up the training, and one day you may win gold.”

link 2 09/04/2011 — 3 years ago