Leather Lace

i once saw a face, it was so beautiful, it began to drown my soul, quicker as she stood in leather lace, and time began to unfold, I could hear the melody starting to pull, so i grasped her mystical flow, towards the heart, which began to beat, did not know her, nor knew where to start, when or how could we meet, deep started to call on deep, and in my heart and soul began for her to weep, i need an explanation, for such a moment, but as soon as i was told, i found out she was heaven sent! I can't understand the concept, emotions in a rage, but why writing tears on this last page, she may not understand and she may not care, but truly she is more than the crystal clear, morning of fog and light, truly god sent beauty to my sight, for this is the day i met grace, and yes she stood in leather lace!

Parting Ways (The Day The Music Died)

The last note still ringing in his ears, the night’s events still swirling around in his head, he walks out of the door into the warm evening air.  The entire atmosphere is one of joyous sadness.  Emotions course through the air, giving it some sort of charge.  The next morning shall be the last exchange of the drink of the fruit of passion, and yet the solemn first for him.  Later tomorrow he knows, they all know, that they must part ways.  They must all leave their oasis of comfort and security to dive again into the vast sea of reality, of conformity.  Yet still they cherish it, hold on to it.  Even in the last moments of such a magical night, they open their minds, their hearts, open their souls to each other and learn to love that which is there in what others have exposed.  The chants of “…MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE” truly resound in not only everyone’s thoughts but in their utmost desires.  

Late that night, lying in that same old bed for the last time, gazing up at the concrete ceiling.  Finally, his thoughts allowed to sit and slowly filter out.  Shock, insubordinate yet knowingly unjust anger.  A few muttered words from the other side of the room, a brief agreement of opinions. Then silence.  The hazy recollection of events over the past three weeks, the bittersweet insanity which so marked each and every day.  The mistakes made, the friendships formed, the battles lost and won.  And as all of this starts to settle down into a gentle murmur, he drifts off into sleep.

The next morning, torn from the warm embrace of his frail sheets, down to the circle, sips from the glass, toasts to a fallen comrade.  Soon enough the group all progressed to go through their daily routines one final time.  They returned to what they knew was the inevitable.

They were there, it was time to be rounded up and brought back to their respective lives.  Tears were shed, last goodbyes, every single one of them joined as one united being, as one entity separate from their single selves.  Each and every one of them will never leave the spot they were when they knew it was time they had to leave.  Those who knew they could never return let fall the rains of their misery.  Their true love for something so intangible yet so true and so real ripped apart their true selves and lovingly joined their true selves back together in an instant.

But, as inevitabilities go, by midday it was empty and silent.  Once could almost feel on the air all that had occurred there so few hours ago.  That evening, He finally lay in bed before sleep.  All were dispersed from that place they cherished so dear, back in the true world but thinking of naught but what they had left behind.

And all at once, without warning, from places near and far came the sound of 300 voices:  “This will be the day that I die…”

News Is Pure Entertainment

On television, nearly every half hour is a discrete event, separated in content, context, and emotional texture from what precedes and follows it. News are fragmented and without context, consequences, value, or seriousness; they are pure entertainment. The average length of any news story is forty-five seconds, which is not enough time to explore the whole depth of a story. And no matter how grave the news, it’s followed by a series of short commercials.

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Slow Living Consumer Trend

The trend of slowing down and doing things at a more leisurely pace is not new to history. It has been in the past and we can see it today.

The slow living trend is not just about the way people live their lives, but also about how they consume products.

Slow living can be seen as a reaction to the fast-paced society that most of us live in today. By adopting this lifestyle, consumers are able to take back control of their lives and enjoy things at a slower pace.

Sharing Of Ideas

By sharing ideas, they grow and thrive. Since the 1800s, we have increased living standards as a result of the accumulation of collective knowledge.

As more people gain an understanding of a bicycle, for instance, they will find new ways to use it and develop new technology based on it. 

• Our ability to share ideas more efficiently raises the bar for all of humanity.
• Often, we do not realize how good our ideas are until they are shared.

Najveća od svih slabosti je strah da ne ispadnemo slabi.

Open me

Open me like a book, read my introductory, read my words carefully and not guess on what i mean. Turn my pages slowly, let my words flow out into your mind slowly.

    Take in my words, think about them. Don't automatically think that i make no sense, take the time to sit down rewind the time u opened me up and took a look at my pages, read what i have inside, its quite a ride.

    Think about me when you tell someone how u feel, let them know whats real. Don't let them steal your heart, keep it on a short leash, and wait to release at the right moment on the right person.

    If your not carefully u could lose you mind finding your lost heart in the dark. People will put you through a lot. Read my words carefully, let them flow into your mind.

    Lovers may cause you pain,but its only rain, the storm will never hit dry land, just keep it in the distance. Read me like a book, take a deeper look.

What Everyone Can Do to Promote Racial Equity

1. Control your behavior and seek out repetitive contact with or substantive exposure to out-group members.
2. Be mindful of societal-level power differences without perpetuating them yourself.
3. Be respectful.
4. Leaders should devote considerable effort and attention to creating the right conditions for optimal intergroup contact.
5. Practice simple empathetic mental exercises like putting yourself in someone else's shoes and thinking about what life is from their perspective.
6. People must be given the chance or opportunity to do better.

When my dreams end

What lies over a rainbow...
That catches our soul...

What does the voice in the wind have to say...
To bring you wondering each passing day...

Why does your reflection shimmer in a churning stream...
Making you wonder if life is nothing but a dream...

And perhaps that's all life really is, a dream.
Because things never really stay what they seem.

Like grains of sand...
Slipping through a grasping hand...

You just can't seem to hold onto them.
Like light slowly leaving, and making a room dim.

And if life is nothing but a dream then what shall happen when it dies away.
Fading like a flower when the autum night takes over its summer day.

What shall happen when my dreams end...
Shall another start, and I just mend?

Or perhaps I will give in and just die.
Taking my last breath as a long sigh.

Oh, what shall happen when my dreams depart?
Shall I then just wither away and fall apart?

And gasp a long cry into the nocturnal air as the moon gazes down upon my poor, dying soul.
Watching me wither, and to end all, dying like flames upon a single piece of coal.

Why must it be this way?
Why must I end my day...

Oh, I hope and I so desperatly plead.
That this dream to not let me bleed.

To hold onto me.
And let me see.

My life, my dream...
My reflection... in the stream...

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Character Idea #1

Today's character idea is : a hand-puppeteer.

this character is very quiet. but when they use their hand-puppet, they usually talk a lot more. they communicate by their hand-puppet.

they will be very shy at first, but have a good sense of humor once you know them. they tend to hide their real feelings and use their puppet to convey what they're actually feeling.

sidenote : if they're going to have a romantic relationship, make sure that their love interest is either the one who understand them the most or the one who never understand them.

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