My Job is reserved. Chattahoochee Georgia-- who the hell named that city? Six month training in San Antonio Texas-- never thought i would actually end up there again. Forsaken place... Hopefully I do well in all accounts, and hope that they consider my request in the future. Brussels; where my biological parents are. I would love to meet my father ( Read more... )

You and me, we're vagabonds. We don't know where we belong. We never know what exactly it is we're doing, and we never know the reason why ( Read more... )

I asked for sanctuary from a haunted forest, I knew the rumors that there were supernatural beings lurked within its alcove. The area was full of dying, petrified, trees. He asked; "Why did you come here?" His face was gaunt, and his attire was ever-changing, though they are of the same colors as the preceding outfits. His unkempt clothes were ( Read more... )

In historical events great men- so called- are but the labels that serve to give a name to an event, and like labels, they have the last possible connection with the event itself ( Read more... )

I sleep with my eyes open sometimes. I get it from my father ( Read more... )

Unavoidable circumstances have broken the reunion I cherished ( Read more... )

He just left.
The last words he whispered was "I love you..."
I can't stop crying.
Why is it happening to me?
The circumstances are out of my control.
I never have any control, and I am tired of it.
I told him "I love you too..."

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It feels natural. I don't want to ask questions, afraid of disappointment. It's quite funny really, and strange, and messy, but that's just how we are together.

I tried heading to bed early, I was successful, but I woke up. Earlier I had a chance to chat with Paul, who's now back in California. He was in my dream. I suppose I am just very excited to see him again. Should things go well on his part, our reunion won't be before long ( Read more... )