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Days of Our Lives
- From: Shadoe
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For those that read this post in it's squished together form on Facebook. Please visit the "actual" formatted post here http://tinyurl.com/mcfdcc or you can read me at http://www.kickapps.com/barbaraniven and just look for Shadoe <--- that's me!
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The last few days... actually the last 6 months I've been dealing with something. Part of that something I thought I was coming to terms with came back last Thursday, the loss of Farrah and Michael Jackson. It has to do with what will I leave behind when I'm no longer here. I guess at some point we all wonder... I wonder how we can not.
I know I must make every second count, not minutes, not days, not months, not years, but seconds. I must squeeze out everything I can. Do everything I can. Love everyone I can in every second I breathe.
It gets hard looking at the time we spend on just making a living, just to live. But is that really living? If you are all like me, of course you have to make a living to live... it's kinda funny how the world works and turns on that little philosophy.
But think about it. What did you do yesterday or the day before or the day before that? How many of you can say you did no work of any kinda but instead listened to the birds sing or the wind rustle the trees? Today, a Monday morning, how many of you can say you are doing exactly what your heart wants to do and be at this moment? How many of you are truly living your destiny?
I think we are all so caught up in making a living to live, we don't really live. We believe we are because we work hard to make money to take that vacation that allows us a chance to breathe and know that money puts food on our tables. Some might say they live through their children, life is in the eyes of a child. Well why live life through your child? Why not live life “with” your children? People are always working constantly. Life is in the eyes of a child they say. Why not be the eyes of a child and look at life for the first time the way children do? I know, you might think I'm longing for youth... nope, you're wrong. I don't regret things that have gone before. For what I have learned and observed in that time from then until now is immense. Instead I look at what made me happy and how life afforded me happiness and how so that I may draw upon it now. How do I within every second of every day celebrate myself, everyone and everything around?
If you thought I had the answer... don't you'd think I'd tell you?
Work, distances between, commitments all keep us away from those seconds much of the time of our lives.
For myself, maybe like many of you... I want to know what legacy I leave behind. For some of you it will be your children and what you have taught them... as long as you spend the time with them. Some of you will leave behind maybe your work, if you are a photographer, recording artist, artist, authors, actor etc... if you do what you love and suffered for your art. You will actually leave behind tangible things that will be viewed for lifetimes after. Some of you will be the voice that carried freedom to the masses of a land that was devoid of freedom and peace... if you dare be brave and forthright.
Alas, these are the things I have been wondering about the past few months. What shall there be of me when there is no me. Is it going to be the pen I wrote with today, the bottle I drank water out of today, this keyboard that I'm touching right now as I type this? Yes they are all left behind, finger prints and such will be swept away and they will never hold really anything of me as time passes.
I guess or least I hope my words, these here that you may read, stick around some how either in a way that has touched you, made you think or something. Or maybe they just hang around the Internet forever somehow... as long as my name is attached to it. ;) I hope the people I love so very, very dearly in my life will carry me with them in some manner. I hope some how whatever art I create will be hung on someone's wall or in a book. This is what I would like to leave behind. I guess I need to really start squeezing all of this into every second of everyday from this moment on. I must make this pledge, not a contract... that's too much like work. But a pledge, I need to change my ways, change what I see and how I see it and seize the day... yes Carpe diem... well it should really be "seize the second" cause that's what I'm going for here, but that phrase doesn't exist in Latin, go fig.
I leave you with this for all those that may read these words... take the time. - Blog post
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Michael Jackson
- From: Shadoe
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I'm just going to say few things here. First I do send prayers to Farrah and her family for their great loss. I will miss the golden haired angel. But for me yesterday the big shock of loss was that of Michael Jackson being dead. This morning I'm still very, very sad.
No matter what you thought or believe about Michael Jackson, no one can ever ignore the truth that he was THE greatest peformer of our time. From his music, to the way the magic filled his soul, to a 3 octive voice that will be missed. No one can ever do what he has accomplished, no one.
Our loss in one day in the entertainment world has been far greater than I think many of us can believe. Also our loss around the world of many lives taken in that same day is something we can't bear.
I was watching the news and on Twitter yesterday, it was the news I heard first, it was Twitter I saw second. I guess growing up loving and listening to the Jackson 5 and following Michael through his career, how can you not feel a major sense of loss. I loved the young Michael Jackson that I first listened and danced to. And then I was astounded and what he showed us with "Off the Wall", he had me for sure right then. I was completely in dumb founded amazement when "Thriller" was released. I was a big fan, my collection of memorabilia... many might envy and surely the many would sell it on ebay... I am a fan, during times like these true fans don't sell their memories.
In my lifetime I have seen a legend be born, reach the highest heights, fall to the lowest lows, catch a glimmer of what still could be and then vanish. Kind of like a shooting star. Michael will surely dance and sing among the Heavens and for a particular generation... yesterday was the day that music died.
I leave you with a post from my Twitter, "Today we lost part of our youth & come face-to-face with our own mortality. Make every day count people with what you do & who you love."
Gone too soon...
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The Truth About Murder -- Firs
- From: JustinMurphy
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This is from the previous draft:
Moving his right leg on the pier, Leon Brooks a seventy year old man, stood there in the emerging darkness. He perched himself standing on a platform, peering out at a man he didn’t even want alive. His feet stood on a pier near the lake in Lemuria County, before he took another step, an inch or so forward near this man, the name of which he knew to be John Lassiter. A man he wanted to see pay for what he did to someone special.
With a swing of his left arm, he took another step where he noticed Lassiter stood at the far end of the pier, his kept his eye glared toward this man. He just wanted to rip him apart for what had been done to a child he loved, one he looked after despite his advancing age. Leon loved this child, his lips curled while he gazed Lassiter. His eyes bulged out of his head, wanting to go after him, but was just a minute or so premature. He had to carry out his plan in a much more methodical fashion more or less than acting on impulse.
Pacing a few more steps, Leon now stood just a short distance away from Lassiter who he noticed glaring out toward the lake. His eyes glanced over at him, whom he waited for to turn around or make the slightest movement away from the edge of the pier. He waited and waited for the moment Lassiter would start walking away from the pier or even look him in the eye. But it had still yet to come, his right palm poured with sweat in anticipation for this encounter, something which he had been waiting for the longest time.
His right arm inched out further, getting just a bit closer to Lassiter, and Leon noticed he still wouldn’t move or even change the pattern of how he stood, his stance and posture remained the same. He noticed nothing about Lassiter changed, not one movement, not one pattern, nothing at all. Standing there, Leon just wanted to take him and get the ultimate revenge for what he did to his loved one. He glanced at the back of Lassiter’s head, a man who needed to pay for hurting a child who couldn’t even defend himself against the predator who stood before him.
Leon raised his hand up toward the light overlooking the pier, revealing the handle of an object concealed within his fist yet the rest of it remained concealed by darkness. He tapped Lassiter on the shoulder, waiting for him to turn around or say something to him. Lassiter at last did turn around with Leon noticing he couldn’t see a good portion of his face because it was shrouded by the darkness, he now stood face to face with Lassiter who still wouldn’t say a word.
‘’Nice night we’re having, isn’t it?’‘ Leon asked, ‘’A bit cold though.’‘
’’Yeah.’‘
Leon shoved the object forward to reveal it was pocket knife, which he noticed shined in the light above with the inscription ‘’Property of Leon Brooks’‘, before he slashed Lassiter’s throat with it which prompted lots of blood to squirt out of his throat. Leon watched while he fell to the ground, and stood there over his slain body while it writhed in shock. He pushed Lassiter into the lake with the bloody pocket knife now dropping from his hand. He took a deep breath while he watched Lassiter do what he could to move around in the water, struggling to stay afloat.
His eyes remained on the lake while Lassiter’s body submerged into the water, his arm still visible in the night sky. Leon noticed the full moon above illuminated his arm which struggled to wave and find rescue in the light of the horrible incident which just occurred. He hoped Lassiter would never find rescue, he smiled wanting to watch him suffer, the way Lassiter made his little nephew suffer a short while back. Something Leon would never forgive him for, he wanted to see something done about it. And now, Leon Brooks got his wish, by taking care of it himself.
The lower part of Lassiter’s arm descended into the lake, Leon watched how still it became, the further and further it sank. He observed there wasn’t even a tingle in his fingers, curious over whether or not Lassiter may have already drowned. Leon remained still while Lassiter’s body continued to sink more and more into the depths of the water. He wanted to make sure this piece of garbage was dead, and would never hurt anyone else. John Lassiter had plagued him and those he loved long enough, he had to die, it was the only thing he could do.
He watched the rest of Lassiter’s arm get pulled into the water with his hand still above the lake, but not moving. He squinted his eyes in which he noticed water now circled Lassiter’s wrist, and started to travel upward. Leon almost certain of Lassiter being dead, took a few steps away from the pier, and started walking away. He glanced back, now much more distant from the lake, and spotted almost no trace of John Lassiter’s body whatsoever. Leon pulled a set of keys out of his pocket, then started walking toward his nearby pickup truck.
Placing they key into the lock, he opened the door, and got into the front seat. He put the key into the ignition, and started to drive off. His hands on the steering wheel, glancing right ahead at the road, he wanted to take his mind off the murder he just committed. Something he wouldn’t have done under normal circumstances, but which he needed to do for those he loved. He gripped the wheel, not seeing much in the darkness of night except for a few street lights. It had been a long night, one he wouldn’t forget anytime soon.
Several minutes later, Leon came home where he spotted his twenty three year old great nephew Nick Reardon and ten year old great nephew Jake, Nick’s brother. Both were staying up and waiting for him. He walked toward them, noticing Nick wouldn’t even budge while Jake watched television. Wrapping his arms around Jake, an autistic boy who didn’t even pay attention at the moment, and by this physical sign of affection wanted to show how much he loved him, even if he didn’t hug him back.
‘’He will never hurt you again.’‘ said Leon.’‘I promise, I promise you this more than anything in the world.’‘
He watched while Jake glanced at him with his eyes. Leon remained still while Jake placed his hand on his arm. His chin then moved closer to Jake’s shoulder, giving him an even tighter hug. A smile came over his face, hoping this would all be over. All he wanted to think about now were the nephews there in front of him, and not the low life who hurt the smallest one. Leon wished to give them a good life, keeping them from harm. He made the mistake of turning his eye away, and Jake becoming a victim of John Lassiter resulted from it.
‘’So you went through with it?’‘
His head nodded while he glanced at Jake, wanting to assure him everything would be alright. Nick was over the age of eighteen, and could handle himself just fine. Leon could see the tiring effect Jake’s autism had on him, and wanted to do anything he could help, so he took them in to live with him a few years back. He extended him arm for Nick to join him and Jake in the hug, but Nick just stood there.
‘’Is he dead now?’‘ Nick asked. ‘’Did you kill him?’‘
He nodded once more while Nick walked up to him at last, and kneeled before him, giving him a hug. In some way, he made it up to both of his nephews, but he didn’t know what kind of price he would have to pay for murder. A crime he didn’t want to think about, and didn’t think he would ever commit one in a million years. But he did, something which would stay with him from the rest of his life. He once to took an oath never to commit such a horrible act, now this oath had been broken.
‘’Yeah, I did it.’‘
Leon uttered these while he held both nephews close, he had no idea whether or not he would have any nightmares about John Lassiter or whether it would be this huge weight lifted off his shoulders. In some ways, maybe it was a little of both for him, his feelings were now so conflicted over it. He had to eliminate Lassiter from this Earth or he would have hurt another child yet murdering someone was something he vowed to never do. He just wanted to focus on the moment at hand, enjoying the company of his two nephews.
He smiled when he spotted his girlfriend Barbara Lee walk into the living room, an much younger attractive woman with blonde hair in her fifties. Leon squatted there in front of the couch in front of Nick and Jake while Barbara Lee wrapped her arms around him. He smiled at the sensation and feeling of being held by her, one he welcomed with open arms after all he had just done. Leon just didn’t want this affectionate gesture from her to end, a gesture he had not experienced in because of all John Lassiter had done to Jake.
Barbara Lee being the latest in long line of woman he had been with, numerous girlfriends before, many affairs, and two longstanding marriages which ended in divorce. He had no idea whether Barbara Lee would be a third wife or just another one of the many women he had been with. But one thing he gave her credit for was being there for Jake. Leon wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to him, showing her how much he cared about her and how he loved her at the moment. He was lucky to have a woman like her in his life at this point.
His eyes glanced at Jake, who suffered the most in this ordeal, so much he refuses to be affectionate or communicate with anyone. Leon knew it could sometime be typical of children with autism, but Jake for a time became this vibrant child who was happy and playful in spite of his disorder who loved playing games along with drawing and sketching. Leon noticed he began to retreat back into an autistic daze after his encounter with John Lassiter. He hoped to Jake come out of this soon, and be happy and optimistic again.
But his simple act of wishing for Jake to get better and improve his mood would not happen at the drop of a hat. It was something Jake would have to come out of on his own, when he was ready, Leon just hoped his mood would improve soon. But with an autistic child, there was no telling when or if such a thing would happen. He place his hand on Jake’s, hoping such a thing would happen. He got up from the floor, looking out at the window, waiting for something to happen.
‘’What is it?’‘
He heard Barbara Lee’s voice, but didn’t respond to her, him being too busy waiting for a patrol car to whiz by with a police officer knocking on the door, either to take him in handcuffs or ask questions over what he did. Leon could feel Barbara Lee jerking his arm a little, but was not paying any attention to her. He was too fixated on the window in the living room facing the driveway to even concentrate or focus at the moment. If he ever got arrested, he had no idea what in the world would happen to Barbara Lee, Nick, or Jake.
The next day, he started packing up a suitcase, getting every item of clothing he could find, whether it be out of closet or out of a drawer. Leon stuffed them in the suitcase the fastest, noticing in one of the other rooms Barbara Lee was helping Nick and Jake get packed. He wanted to avoid any kind of pursuit from the police, and a desire to keep Jake safe, to avoid him from getting put through any kind of scrutiny because of some murder investigation. Leon just intended to get some place quiet and out of the way.
Closing the suitcase shut, Leon smiled since he owned such a place in a secluded area of the woods on the outskirts of Lemuria County. He picked up the suitcase by the handle, gazing into the other room to see if any of the others were ready. His feet took a few steps into Nick and Jake’s room, watching the two of them along with Barbara Lee. Leon’s smile got even wider when Nick and Barbara Lee tickled Jake and appeared to be playing a game with him. He glanced over at some of the drawings lying on Jake’s desk.
‘’Wouldn’t want to forget these?’‘
He picked the drawings up, raising them in midair when he noticed all three were now looking at him. Leon stood there while Barbara Lee walked up to him, grabbed him by the cheeks, and gave him a big kiss on the lips. Turning around, he noticed a few of the suitcases were on Jake’s bed, and grabbed them while he tried to keep a few suitcases in both hands. He watched her glance over at the drawings, pointing over at the desk while he stood there.
She asked ‘’Aren’t there more of these?’‘
’‘Yeah, there’s a bunch of ‘em, in boxes and those plastic drawers over there, and there’s a whole batch of those drawings in the kitchen, too.’‘
Leon uttered these words, pointing to all the tiny square and circle shaped boxes on both sides of Jake’s desk, along with a container just across from it which displayed these plastic containers, built to fit drawer space within it. He assembled the drawings on top of the desk into a neat little pile while Barbara Lee grabbed the small boxes on each side which contained some more of his drawings. In a split second, he noticed he forgot the drawings on the wall.
He laid the pile of drawings back on the table, and hurried to pull the other drawings off the walls, along with some posters which also hung up there. Leon looked around to see there had been anything he still overlooked, but noticed a lot of the toys and videos Jake had were already packed up. He pointed Barbara Lee in the direction of the hallway which led to the kitchen to get the rest of Jake’s drawings out of there. He breathed a sigh of relief now almost everything had been packed.
A few minutes later, Leon escorted the three of them out of the house, over to Leon’s pickup truck. He loaded up Nick and Jake in the tailgate with the boxes and bags while he and Barbara Lee got in the front. Leon plugged the key into the ignition, and drove off before pulling up to a stop sign up the street positioned just to Barbara Lee’s right. He then made a turn to the right before driving another street with his fingers tapping the steering wheel. Leon spotted a turn down another street coming up when he started driving down a path.
He notice he was now driving past the local skating rink, where a lot of the kids in the area went to roller skate. Steering for a left turn, Leon starts going down a small narrow business district with a small road leading to a dirt path. It has sparse mobile homes, but he glanced in his rear view mirror where he noticed the patch of woods just to the left. Making the turn left, Leon began to travel down the path with shrubs and bushes surrounding the area while he continued to drive.
Passing by a few cabins in his pickup truck, he made a turn down this path surrounded by several groves. He down to the end of the path, passing each of the groves where he then drove toward a pond. The water just glistened, illuminated by the reflection of the surrounding groves. Leon sat in the driver’s seat enchanted by such a sight, but became a bit weary because autistic children were attracted to water. Jake could drown if he, Barbara Lee, or Nick didn’t watch him close enough, since kids with autism often had no sense of danger at all.
Leon drove around the pond, at least half circling it with his pickup truck, noticing it in all its beauty and majesty yet aware of the dangers and tragedy it could bring when people aren’t careful. He drove past some more groves along with some branches, to his left a cabin stood there where he pulled up his truck. He smiled when turned the engine, pulling the keys out of the ignition. Then he opened the door, getting out where he looked at his surroundings, taking a deep breath.
‘’This is it, we’re here!’‘ Leon exclaimed while glancing at his cabin.
He stood there, marveling at how beautiful and how quiet this place was. It was out of the way, and Leon sensed it was a safe bet the police would not find him or the others there. He just had a gut feeling Barbara Lee, Nick, and Jake were at least halfway protected from any harm or any intrusion which might come their way. He wrapped his arms around Barbara Lee, knowing something may have come out of him murdering John Lassiter after all. But he wasn’t going to hold his breath or be overconfident, he didn’t want to arouse any sort of attention.
Bringing some of the bags into the cabin, he noticed the logs in the fireplace. Leon grabbed the box of matches from the mantle, and lit a roaring fire. He stood there with a grin on his face when Barbara Lee, Nick, and Jake walked inside carrying their bags. Walking over, he gave them a hand, and sat the bags and suitcases down at the door. He held his arms out with the big smile still on his face, waiting to see their reaction to the inside of the cabin.
‘’Well, what do ya’ll think?’‘
He watched while the three of them looked around in awe of this quite getaway, and just wanted to hear one of them say something about the place. One word, one phrase, one sound, something which could elicit a response from them. He could Nick’s eyes widen with wonder, but he then noticed Jake across the cabin, going in and out each room confused, almost placed in a world he didn’t even understand or wasn’t familiar with. He walked over to Jake, steering him in the direction of the living room, squatting down to talk to him.
‘’Your going to love this place.’‘ Leon smiled. ‘’You’ll see, we’ll fix up a room for you all nice with your favorite stuff.’‘
Standing back up, Leon glanced over at the fireplace, still waiting for Nick or Barbara Lee to say something about the cabin, but they both appear to still be in too much of a shock. He stood there, just happy over how much they responded to the inside of the cabin. A response which pleased him a great deal because of the better life he wanted to give them and the harm and danger he wanted to protect them from.
‘’It’s great.’‘
He almost wanted to laugh when Nick uttered these words, he was glad at least Nick had snapped out of his mood after John Lassiter had done to Jake. Leon just hoped it would remain this way, and wouldn’t have another crisis which resembled the situation with John Lassiter. He walked over To Barbara Lee who then wrapped her arms around him, giving him a kiss on the lips. Leon then wrapped his arms around her in return, a woman he was in love with, who may have been almost young enough to be his daughter, but loved her regardless.
‘’What do you think?’‘
’‘I love it.’‘
Leon stood there while she kissed him once more on the lips, the taste of her cherry red lipstick was something he loved. He just hoped Barbara Lee wouldn’t have to see him hauled off in handcuffs for murdering John Lassiter. It was the one thing he wanted to protect all three of them from, the idea of being hunted down by the police, putting them at risk in spite of taking them to this getaway was something may or may not regret later on one hand, but it was a place they could enjoy for the moment.
He held onto her tight, this would be one moment at the cabin he would enjoy with her no matter what would happen after this, he would be able to think about such a unique moment for awhile. Something special, something unique, something worth his time. He gazed at the fireplace, the red aura of the flame matched her blonde hair and blue eyes in a such perfect fashion, it was almost surreal for him to look at the woman he loved. But it wasn’t going to stop him from doing so at all.
His large hands perched on her slender waist with the edge of his neck now close to hers, and they started to dance without any music, just the crackle of the fire to guide them. Leon almost in a dazed, hypnotized by her beauty, for this one moment, he was able to forget the horrible things which transpired at the pier just one night ago. Now he just wanted to be enchanted and mesmerized by this vision of beauty he called a woman. Nothing at this one instant could tear Leon away from her, not one natural element on this earth.
‘’I could do this all night, you know.’‘
’‘Oh, I’d love to see you try.’‘ Barbara Lee answered. ‘’Honey...’‘
Leon gripped her even tighter by the waist while the flame of the fireplace roared even higher while his face came toward hers, licking his lips. He then kissed her, making her arch her back, taking a deep breathe. His smile widened while she exhaled air from her abdomen. He remained when Barbara Lee regained her composure after a few breaths, the kiss left them both winded, and he began kiss her some more, this time on the front of her neck.
His chest and stomach pressed up against her body, feeling her arms tighten around his back, and began to take a few steps back while she cornered him near the wall while they started moving toward it. Leon started breathing a bit more heavy when she forced her lips onto his neck, feeling the hot touch of her mouth near one of the veins just to the left of one of his throat muscles. He slid downward from the wall, inch by inch right to the point where he now was sitting on the floor of the cabin.
He could feel her gentle kiss a few more times, a kiss which had now overpowered him so much he could not even stand up. Leon even began to blink his eyes, almost not even bear to stay awake from the power of her affection, something which made him smile to no end. Leon remained in a daze when Barbara Lee picked him up off the floor by the arms, he walked behind her while her guiding hand walked him into the bedroom. He took his shirt off while watching her turn down the sheets on the bed they were about to share.
Later in the night, Leon woke up in a cold sweat, taking these heavy breaths . He wiped these strands of sweat away from his face. His dream involved the memory of slitting John Lassiter’s throat before dumping him in the lake. Barbara Lee’s touch caressed with him turning his head, and noticing her awake. He buried his head in his hands, not being able to compose himself or his thoughts, still being haunted by the memory of John Lassiter.
‘’What was it?’‘ asked Barbara Lee comforting him after his bad dream. ‘’What happened? Just tell me about it.’‘
He sat up with Barbara Lee’s arm around his shoulders, still wiping his eyes, still half asleep. He could spot a faint darkness ahead since most of the lights were out. Grabbing his eyeglasses from the night stand near the alarm clock, he put them on. Noticing Barbara Lee rolled over and trying to go to sleep, he gets up out of bed. He wiped his eyes once more to try and stay awake, heading for the doorway, propping his arm up against the edge of the door, before he headed toward the hallway taking tiny steps and tiptoes to avoid waking anyone else.
Moving his right arm, he took one step toward the living room, and kept swinging his arms with each step he took. Walking through the remainder of the living room, he then pulled up a chair, sitting down, and laying his arms on the table. He gazed out at the night sky through the window, looking at the shrubs and bushes outside, realizing he forgot something. He should have parked his pickup truck behind the cabin instead of out front.
‘’Shit! Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Shit!’‘ he muttered, rushing to get the keys to his pickup truck.
With his keys in his hand, he walked out the door of the cabin, getting off the porch, and going toward the truck. Opening the door, crawling inside the driver’s seat, and put’s the key into the ignition with his hands now on the steering wheel. With his foot on the pedal, he made a turn to his left, driving back of the cabin where it was now surrounded by shrubs and bushes along with the surrounding groves. He stopped the engine when he turned the key, pulling it out of the ignition, and opened the door, getting out of the truck
Carrying his car keys, he walked back onto the front porch, pulling the front door, and walking inside. Now the police would not see his truck if they were ever onto him, it would be shrouded in the back where he hoped no one would find it. He took baby steps through the living room, and stepping into the kitchen where he laid his keys on the counter. Taking a deep breath, he realized the police could have found him if he had not switched the location of his car. Leon had no idea how many sleepless nights he might have because of the murder.
Out the corner of his eye, he spotted Barbara Lee coming out of the bedroom, half asleep and wiping her eyes. He stared at her through his glasses, turning around to see her approaching the kitchen table. His mouth curled into a smile when she pulled out another chair, sitting down in it right next to him while holding her hand. Leon stared at her, feeling a bit better after having some time awake, and driving the car behind the cabin to ease his fears about being capture for John Lassiter’s murder.
‘’Are you feeling any better?’‘ she asked.
‘’Yeah, a little.’‘
He could feel her delicate touch while her hand resided within his palm, the tinge of her fingers tickled him a great deal almost to the point where he wanted to chuckle. His thumb then brushed one of her fingers, once again smiling at her, another tender moment he shared with her after experiencing something traumatic. He placed her hand on his cheek with the smile still on his face, happy she was sitting there next to him.
‘’Did you dream about the murder?’‘
’‘So what if I did?’‘
’‘Just asking.’‘
Wrapping his arms around her, Leon eased his nose toward her neck where the smell of her perfume remained so fresh and new, the same when she put it on earlier in the day. He could not get enough of her scent, it enchanted him just like the woman who wore it. Something about this fragrance made him hungry to be with her, he could not put his finger on it, but it was just something feeling he had about her. This kind of feeling dominated his affection, a feeling which allowed him to be submissive to her charms.
His ears picked up the sound of crickets chirping in the night, while he nestled close to her, just being comforted by her gentle touch. The area was so quiet, it almost unnerved him, since everything appeared so serene and peaceful, but it also gave him an eerie feeling something may lurk out there waiting for him to slip up and make some kind of mistake so he could appear visible and be apprehended by the authorities. It almost sent a chill up his spine, it was such an uncomfortable feeling.
‘’What’s wrong? You feel so cold.’‘ Barbara Lee inquired.
Licking his lips, he noticed he had this bad taste in his mouth. Leon didn’t know whether it was this nervous feeling he had or some after taste from something he ate earlier. He continued rubbing his lips together, still not able to make out what the taste was. Under any other circumstances, he would feel bad outright right now, but having Barbara Lee here with him made it a lot easier. With his arms around her, he had no idea how terrible he would feel this late at night if he was awake yet Barbara Lee had not been there.
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ACT as if! Living the Law of A
- From: Shadoe
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Barbara will be doing a live interview on the “Empowering You Radio Show-An Empowered Journey". She will be discussing her new system - 9 months ago
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Mirror Mirror
- From: recoana08
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Mirror mirror
Mirror mirror on the wall how well you sell your lies. With just one look it's just as if you've taken away my life. You stand there silent your purpose fulfilled and now many are lost in the way cause we put you before all we do thinking it will all turn out all right.
Our perception's dismembered a hate for ourselves as we try to numb the pain. Our lives are played out in perverted fashion, yet we know and still go on, clinging on to the hope of ideal goals so far-fetched in thought.
All across the world our cries are unheard the cries of a bittersweet song singing into the night a chorus of tears a refrain of regret and fears.
Mirror mirror on the wall if you knew that you drain our lives: void of meaning, incomplete, self-image is distraught: we grope and moan in vain to find that truth for which we sought.
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