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Sit Down

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Night fell, the blues turned golden, the stars arrived but still the seats remained empty.

They did not know what the other was thinking, but were too afraid to commit to what they thought the other may or may not think.

So no words were exchanged, no debate ensued and no conclusions sort. It would remain the same for years to come and with each passing minute the bitterness grew.

What they each thought of each other was only what they had made up in their own heads and each passing thought paralysed the potential for change.

Heart

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Reaching out, pulling, pushing, driving, seeking. The tendrils of emotion writhing and squirming in patterns balanced by their opposition. Cradled, guided, caressed and carried toward their goal. But question the goal you must and feel the movement of the current and see where it may end.

Feeling strength and weakness in all that stretch, shrink, collide and separate, that burn and calm the racing of the heart.

Crash

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Stolen from Alan Watts… people used to create words to describe things, now we learn the words to things before ever experiencing the thing.

But here I can’t think of a word to describe the image. Nature has collided together water, rock, tree, earth, lake, light. It’s all there mashed up together, sucked into a single focal point. Makes me want to bite it.

But maybe better there is no word, maybe it’s better to bite it.

Clock

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Deep, deep down in amongst the undergrowth, thickness, darkness and lif…light.

The old die young but never lost, they stand and wait until new will pass… Waiting till rotting breeds new life and turns what was old into a… (pause)

Sanctuary and shelter new and old will give new stories to all both young and old.

Moss

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Through the water I wadded, slowly the cold creeping up to my chest, the heat of the day was unbearable and the cold, a relief.

I pressed forward the heart cooling, slowing and the mind clearing. Up in front the water fell filtered through the moss. Each stream an individual drop united to form a string, a necklace of pearls reflecting the suns light.

I reached out to touch and my hand sank into the soft. Those five centimetres of give, the gentle resistance and response were pleasure. The cold and grainy friction released the tension in my heart and brought a smile to my face. Pure nature, simple touch and ecstasy.

Answer

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If I write right on the left side on my leg does it make it wrong? If I sit and think of something that rings true to me, will my closest be gone? Is this pretty, is this right, is this the way or should I take flight? All the beauty in the world questioned with every word, descriptions and feelings flattened out to avoid the hardest curve.

So I sit and watch the stream and think of all things past, be kind to yourself and heed your voice and use the things you’ve learnt.

The Court

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You could almost hear the laughter of the kids, the squeaking of trainers, the crash of the backboard or the swoosh of the net.

People had won and lost on that court, people had smiled and cursed and there was a beauty to its abandonment, the emptiness allowed the mind to search for the stories the place had seen and created.

There is something beautiful about a place and how it can inspire thoughts and ignite the imagination.

But more than that when I re-read her words I feel the need to tell them stories. I remember how the imagination was free to roam and connections came easy. I inhaled and looked into the darkness, through the light. She was beautiful and so at ease. I missed her and I missed a little part of me.

Think

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‘You know what your problem is don’t you?’

‘What?’ Jay replied

‘Well you think you are original, but you’re not.’

Jay laughed, a smile growing on the left side of his face and his chest bouncing up and down.

‘Why thank you’ he mocked in a classic British accent. ‘It’s so reassuring to know that your best friends believe in you.’

‘Listen’ James replied ‘it’s not that your ideas are bad, in fact a few years ago I did think what you were talking about was a little niche, you know on the edge of fashionable, but it’s true that now people are asking for all that interactive content.’

Jay butted in ‘so I am original then.’

‘Wait let me finish, even though you thought about monetising it before anyone else, doesn’t mean it was original’

‘Before anyone else’ he teased ‘sounds like o…rig…in…al…’ he sounded out like a school child learning to read.

‘But it’s advertising that makes you think of an idea first. We own your mind without you even knowing it.’

‘What are you talking about, you don’t own my mind. 100% original my brain.’

‘That’s what I mean, you are not, we seed your ideas into you mind without you even knowing and then let you think you made them all up yourself.’

‘Shut up James’

‘No I’m serious, we are everywhere, on your phone, first thing you look at in the morning, on the radio, tv, breakfast cereal, newspaper…’

Jay interrupted, ‘no one buys a newspaper’

‘Whatever… we are everywhere, you can’t deny it.’

‘But it doesn’t effect me, I just ignore it’

‘No you rebel against it, which makes you think another way we want you to think. You know classic love it, hate it, still talk about it.’

Jay was quiet and the two gazed across the park from the bench.

‘So how do you have an original thought?’

James waited, then started to answer and stopped himself paused a little longer and answered. ‘Hmmm… dunno’