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Just Another Saturday in Cambridge (An Update!) | Pages from my Journal
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Pages from my Journal. Thoughts from the writing desk of H.K. Cole. Just Another Saturday in Cambridge (An Update! March 1, 2014. I am almost halfway through my study abroad semester. I have visited Bath, Wales, London, Hadrian’s Wall, Scotland (Edinburg), and am journeying to Ireland this week. To those who are wondering and have seen pictures, yes, I did in fact buy pink Wellingtons. For traveling mercies as we journey to Ireland. For my stress about Independent Travel to be alleviated. I texted her ba...
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You and Me | Clockwork Spires
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Let us go then, you and I. Life Is But A Dream. Me in A Nutshell. Occasional August Writing Month. August 13, 2015. February 26, 2016. I am in love with you. You would never guess by the way that I look at you or the way that I talk to you. I doubt by sight people would even guess that I am friends with you. Most of the time I avoid you. I am in love with you and I pretend most of the time I don’t care at all about you. Which is the furthest thing from the truth because I do care so much about you...
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I See Fire | Clockwork Spires
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Let us go then, you and I. Life Is But A Dream. Me in A Nutshell. Occasional August Writing Month. July 24, 2015. August 2, 2015. We sit by the fire and watch the lazy flames lick their way up the wood, climbing higher and higher into the sky, the sparks shooting up into the stars as though they could join them there. And the intensity of it all. Look at the trees swaying in the wind above me,. Back to the fire. Look at the gravel beneath my feet, flickering in the light and then. Back to the flames.
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emilythefreeelf | Clockwork Spires
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Let us go then, you and I. Life Is But A Dream. Me in A Nutshell. Occasional August Writing Month. February 26, 2016. The clock ticks from the wall behind me. I can’t see it, but I can hear it. Tick Tick. Tick. So loud in the empty hallway. I don’t turn to see what time it is. It was after midnight when we left the house and we’d been here for hours. Days. The clock ticks behind me. I pace back and forth before the closed door. I hear no voices from inside. Tick Tick. Tick. Tick Tick. Tick. You’ll ...
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In the Arms of the Ocean | Clockwork Spires
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Let us go then, you and I. Life Is But A Dream. Me in A Nutshell. Occasional August Writing Month. In the Arms of the Ocean. August 6, 2015. I stand with my toes in the sand, waiting. Waiting. Waiting. The water rushes out to meet me. I watch, I feel it happen as though time has slowed. The water rises up to my calves, to my knees, the froth bubbling and nipping at my fingers that hang by my sides. I imagine the ocean. Notice me, that the little white bubbles are rising up to greet me, that they missed me.
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The Call of the Void | Clockwork Spires
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Let us go then, you and I. Life Is But A Dream. Me in A Nutshell. Occasional August Writing Month. The Call of the Void. July 2, 2015. August 1, 2015. You drive down the road, the sunlight nearly blinding you. The old country road is empty, not a soul for miles. Your music is loud and your windows are down. And suddenly you think:. What if you crashed? Not because you’re suicidal. Not because you want to die. But simply because. What if you ran your car off the road and smashed into a tree? I could jump&...
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March | 2015 | Clockwork Spires
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Let us go then, you and I. Life Is But A Dream. Me in A Nutshell. Occasional August Writing Month. Music of the Ages. March 31, 2015. August 1, 2015. The music of the Ages. Rings inside my ears,. Filled with all the voices. Of many thousand years. A symphony, a melody,. Trapped inside my head. I can think of no worse tragedy. Than the silence of the dead. Their voices quieted, quick as flame,. Their thoughts as gone as past. And are we too, to be the same,. When we die at last? If anything at all?
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Anything Can Happen | Clockwork Spires
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Let us go then, you and I. Life Is But A Dream. Me in A Nutshell. Occasional August Writing Month. August 1, 2015. February 26, 2016. I smile at my friends as they walk out the door. I wave at their car as they drive away. I wonder if I’ll ever see them again. Not that they’re going away for a long time. In fact, we’ve just made plans to see each other tomorrow Jittery Joe’s. Coffee. Conversation. But anything can happen between now and then. Or if I’ll be crying. If I’ll be numb. In the Arms of the Ocean.
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L’appel du vide | Clockwork Spires
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Let us go then, you and I. Life Is But A Dream. Me in A Nutshell. Occasional August Writing Month. L’appel du vide. June 19, 2015. August 1, 2015. They call it the urge to jump. When confronted with a high place. Maybe you’re at the top of a tall building. And a small thought creeps in:. You know it’s a bad idea. You know it could. It is the urge to jump anyway. What the Water Gave Me. The Call of the Void. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). February 26, 2016.
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Clockwork Spires | Let us go then, you and I. | Page 2
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Let us go then, you and I. Life Is But A Dream. Me in A Nutshell. Occasional August Writing Month. I’m A Mess. September 10, 2015. You ask me for my honesty and you tell me it’s okay, but honestly, the real me is just really broken, and how can anyone need that? You want me to open up but the truth is I’m just fucked up and anything I say will just contaminate you and if I let you in it would taint you with my damned sin. So I hide and I cover and I act like I’m everyone’s mother, because. There’s nothin...
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