I’ll just hold on to the good moments the precious moments that passed between us. They were real. There is no reason why they couldn’t be. The ending does not dictate the journey. The journey is the journey no matter how it ends. Had it not happened this way would the journey be different? Would I be questioning its validity? The clear answer is no. So I won’t question it now. I’ll hold on to those precious moments and the moments in between. They were real..
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LiciaEmber
Writing is a passion of mine. With each new literary piece I create, I get to explore a new part of my imagination and using my own photography allows me to connect to my work in a very unique way.
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Chapter1: Hey Dream Man…
Hey Dream Man, why do you only show up well in my dreams? Why aren't you laying next to me when I awake the next day? When I wake up and realize it was only a dream I desperately try and fall back to sleep just to get another glimpse of your face. It's never the face I thought but it's the face buried in my subconscious. I've seen your face so many times. Have I met you before? Your smile seems so familiar dream man.. It always starts off as hate and then somewhere along the way you become my lover and can't get enough of me. Do you really exist? Where do I find you dream man? I don't dream of you often but when I do it's all night. Wouldn't it be something if you're dreaming of me too? Wondering where I am and how come I'm not in your arms? Going about your day with a wife maybe even kids knowing somewhere the literal woman of your dreams is out there? Don't get me wrong I feel guilty, I am attached and I do have kids but I can't help it dream man. Somehow out of nowhere, you appear. Smiling and grinning at me. I mean, it really always starts the same way. We argue and gripe. I have to defend myself against you because in my dreams you're a villian. But then oh but then, we become friends and that friendship leads to an intense love that explodes whenever you're, well you know. I won't explain it in detail because you're there with me.. but if you ever want to know how I felt about it one day I'll surely tell you. I should feel foolish but I don't. Pining over a man that isn't real. Figuring out ways to spend time with you if you were. It's crazy to hold on to such nonsense. But imma hold on anyways. I don't want to let you go dream man. Maybe one day I'll meet you and I hope you'll recognize me. Until then I'll meet you in my dreams....
By LiciaEmberabout a year ago in Poets
Lightning Never Strikes Twice
The distant rumble, the sudden deluge, the crescendo of sound, the flash of light, the explosive energy — it never gets old. I became an amateur storm chaser about two years ago. My wife, Cindy suggested it. Sort of. She said, "Alex, you know this cancer is killing me. I've come to terms with that, but you're smothering me. Go join a band, write a book, or become a storm chaser, for all I care. I love you, but you need a hobby."
By Julie Lacksonen4 days ago in Fiction
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