Friday, 24 June 2022

Facial (F2R)

Joe, feeling very apprehensive, nervous and jittery, sat on the chair. This was his fourth interview this week and, if he were being honest, he was actually doing better than his friends to even be considered for an interview with

He was excited, despite all the emotions flowing around his body and mind but, as his mother always used to say, ‘You’ll either succeed, or try and try again’. Her wise words echoed through his mind as Peter, his interviewer, arrived with a smile.

“Good morning,” said Peter, whilst pausing to look at the computer screen, finding the interviewee’s name, “Joe. How are you today?”

Joe cleared his throat slightly, returning Peter’s smile, “I’m okay today, thank you for asking!”

Peter nodded, glancing at Joe, before returning his gaze to the screen in front of both of them. A few seconds ticked away, as the silence permeated the room.

“Okay, Joe, this won’t take long. All I’d like you to do is stand over in the right corner and look at the blank dark square embedded into the wall.”

“Okay, thank you!” replied Joe, as he chastised himself, asking his mind to stop saying, ‘thank you’. He stood, nervously, placing his folder onto the now vacant chair. He walked across to the far wall, praying that he didn’t slip upon an imaginary banana, a sudden pool of liquid, or that his legs magically decided to fly him out of the room by his feet. He wanted to laugh at the thoughts, but his emotions were smashing into his chest.

He looked at the wall, standing directly in front of the dark square. From within the panel, he could see a selection of lights. All at once, his face appeared upon the screen as a wide selection of dots. A near replica, formed of his facial features. A few further seconds escaped, as an intense white light appeared, shining into his eyes. He blinked, a few times, but then as his eyes grew accustomed to the light, he settled and calmed himself.

Eventually, the word, ‘complete’, appeared upon the screen and Joe glanced towards Peter.

“You can sit back down now, Joe.”

Joe walked back to his seat, removing the folder to sit down once again. The two of them remained silent, as Peter pressed a few buttons on the keyboard. A furrowed look appeared upon Peter’s forehead, as Joe watched Peter’s eyes dotting around the screen, obviously reading something from the test he’d just undertaken.

Peter finished reading, turned his head to Joe and smiled. “Joe, I’ve had the results of the scan and,” Joe braced himself for the result, “I’m afraid that we cannot offer you the position at this present time.”

Joe felt his heart sink into his chest but, as quickly as the feelings emerged, he heard his mother’s voice and he immediately accepted the decision.

“Could I possibly ask for some constructive feedback, as I have the correct qualifications, so any wise words might help with my next interview?” he asked with sincerity.

“Basically, Joe, your face wouldn’t fit within the company. That’s it. Thank you for your time!”

Joe, marginally shocked, stood as Peter left his chair, “If you’d like to make your way out of the building, we’ll send you a letter and you never know, if your face changes, please feel free to try again.”

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Grounded (F2R)

Huang opened the door, just a little, worried about who was standing on the other side. The person nodded, as he raised the four-litre box. Huang’s eyebrows raised, the jubilation and surprise simply written across his entire face. He’d waited five months for this very moment and, right now, he wasted no time as he flung open the door. He nodded twice, taking the box from the delivery person who, immediately, walked away from the him.

The door closed behind him, as Huang ran into his front room. The surprise, still obvious to anyone within close distance, despite Huang being home alone. He giggled like a child, as he darted from the room, to root through his kitchen cupboards for a suitable container.

All at once, he found a baking tray with raised edges. Realising that he’d found the near ideal item, he placed it onto the floor and stepped onto the tray. His feet fit and that, to Huang, was absolutely perfect.

He scooped up the tray, from the floor, running back into his front room. Slowing, he realised that he needed to place himself into the present moment. He needed to relax, to become a reflection of his inner self. He placed the tray onto the floor, just in front of the large window. As he stepped over the tray, approaching the window, he looked out and down upon the earth before him. The ground, scorched many, many years previously, the planet more of less deceased in all but the word.

He glanced across at the rows of other houses, all perfectly positioned in a line, with the raised foot ways and paths suspended as far above from the surface as possible. He, along with the other millions of people, lived within the space of air. The surface, the ground, all but gone and unliveable.

He’d feel sad, but this is what he’d known all his life. Suspended, floating, trying to reach the remaining sunshine to keep all of them alive.

His breathing slowed, as he found his calm, his sanity and resolve. Turning, he walked over to the box. Carefully, he removed the tape and, with equal care, tipped some of the contents into the baking tray. Levelling off the surface, his hand suddenly stopped, feeling the texture of the particles underneath his hand. They used to call the substance earth, soil, the brown, life giving mud once added to water.

He'd never felt something so wonderful, so delicate, despite the substance being so easy to move with his hand. He snapped out of his wonder, standing, moving his frame behind the tray as he faced the window.

He slowed his breathing, as described upon the old scriptures of soul efficiency. Apparently, he had to reach such a relaxed state that even the world ending would hardly even make a sound to his ears, unless, of course, he was listening for the moment to take place.

Breathing in, holding, then exhaling, he stepped forward. His bare feet touched the earth. Pressing down ever so slightly, moving his feet ever so gradually, side to side, he rooted himself to the earth and started the process.

Instinctively, his focus turned to his feet but, as he knew, he realistically had no idea what he was doing. He’d realised, from the very second he’d read the words, that something wasn’t quite right and, even all the way up in the sky, all he wanted for his life was to somehow become rooted. Today, of all days, he would accomplish that wish, despite the cost, the trouble and, above all, the fact that earth was outlawed.  Today, was the day he’d finally started his journey to becoming grounded.

Faults (F2R)

Sandra, leaning against the counter, continued to chew a small little bit of vegetable that had somehow managed to appear from somewhere between her teeth. A small little varmint, illusive, despite her chomping teeth trying to end the event.

“Hello!” said a voice from her side. She jumped a little, startled, realising that she’d been paying far too much attention to the contents of her mouth.

“Hello Sir, how are you today?” she replied, with a very large smile.

“I’m not okay, but I will be eventually!”

Sandra’s smile vanished as her face changed to visible concern, “Oh no, let’s see if we can resolve your situation as soon as possible. Please, take a seat.”

She gesticulated towards a chair over in the corner of the store. As they both walked across the room, Sandra continued her usual dialog, “What’s your name?” she asked, as he sat.


“Okay Joe, tell me absolutely everything.”

It was this part of her job that she found interesting, un-nerving, sometimes disturbing and, often, a shame. Mostly, she heard the same stories over and over again, the same said issues of life. Hopefully, Joe would be different.

Joe, furrowing his nose a little, looked down at his hands that were sat upon his lap. Tears started to form within his eyes, as he started his individual story.

“I want to be a better person. I have issues. Some silly, nothing to write home about or really complain to anyone, but I just want to change!”

Sandra, knowing that this wouldn’t be any more exciting than a ham sandwich upon a sun filled day, asked the usual question.

“What would you like to change?”

“I want to be fashionable. I want to change my diet. I just want the confidence to be popular!”

The moment Joe finished speaking, she remained tight lipped. She wanted to tell him, to tell all of them, to do the work. The difficult work. The inner work that no-one seemed to do anymore. No quick fixes, the embracement of struggle, maximum development as a person, the tears and crying of a heart and soul breaking were, of course, worth the struggle and sacrifice. He’d become stronger, he’d survive life’s strife and tribulations and, most of all, be able to stand on his own two feet. Improving and finding an inner balance was, above all, critical for each and every single person.

Instead of speaking, she smiled. She pushed aside the thoughts of Joe becoming more than he’d ever be. Rooted. Connected. His frequency amplified and, more than likely, finding the root of his ‘real’ issues. Heck, finding his prana would be a start. 

“Okay, Joe, I have the perfect option for you. It’s our extra special ‘confidence pack’, level two, as we want to make sure that you get the full benefit!”

Joe, looking up at Sandra, smiled a heavy, sodden filled smile. She knew that he just wanted whatever was going on within his thoughts to end, as soon as possible. Maybe it was for the best, the best for Joe and, who was she to think otherwise.

“How much would that cost?” he asked, his smile showing hope of sanctuary and a respite from his thinking mind.

Sandra, pausing to build tension and worth, replied, “That would be eight hundred and forty-nine pounds.”

Joe nodded, holding up his wrist bank device. Sandra pressed her wrist bank to his, with the triple beeps clarifying the completed sale

“Okay, Joe, please press your crown, the back of your head, to the seat!”

As Joe relaxed his head, applying his crown, two green lights appeared. Sandra knew that this meant a connection to the Sahasrara was completed. From there, she now had access to the other six important systems of Joe’s body. She found it odd that, after the many thousands of years, the basic teachings of spirituality had it all correct from the start. It all drummed down to simply improving the bodies energy flow. Be it spiritual, logical, physical or other, it was all there for everyone to see.

She finally gave in to her inner thoughts. “Joe, are you sure?” she asked with a tentative voice, “once you do this, there’s no going back and you’ll miss your chance to improve naturally?”

Joe shook his head which, frankly, did not shock Sandra at all. The quick fix. The lack of a fight. The frailty and fear of having to make and accept lifelong changes. The thought of months of progression, change and fulfilment meant nothing to a generation raised upon mobile devices, quick fixes and dopamine enhancement.

She pressed the third button and, within an instant, Joe winced ever so slightly. Eventually, the third button turned to green. The sequence, complete, the moment, done.

“How do you feel?” she asked, knowing the answer.

Joe, blinking around ten times, shook his head a little, as he looked at what he was wearing. He raised his arms, the disgust written across his face, “What on earth am I wearing? It’s awful! Isn’t this awful?”

Sandra smiled, shrugging her shoulders, understanding that she had now enabled Joe to be the exact same person as the hundreds upon thousands of previous participants. Joe jumped up from the chair, saluted Sandra, then walked out of the store.

She shook her head slightly. She’d give anything  for a man that would own his issues, resolve them and, basically, own their own faults.

Saturday, 18 June 2022

Healing (F2R)

“Welcome, one and all. Welcome to the start of your journey!”

Master Ken-zee, placing one foot directly in front of the other, ever so slowly walked across the small stage. Little by little, every single thought, expression, permitted and embraced with little to no thought, his very breath, his breathing, guiding him forward to his unknown destination. Although he only had a small stage to walk across, the implication of knowing the journey, yet discovering and taking the journey, where two entirely different notions.

To his side, sat twenty new people. Adventurers, life escapees, the forgotten or, especially important, the few that realised the futility of the normal life they lived. Each of them, special, all of them, gifted, yet missing something within themselves that could not be found from external, habitual habits.

Master K, obviously feeling their energy as he moved, kept his energy to himself, his aura close, encapsulating his thoughts as close to his heart, soul and mind as he could. He wouldn’t wish to scare anyone away, especially as they’d travelled far and wide to be here. Some things, once supposedly enlightened, could wait.

He reached the end of the stage, taking a total of twelve tightly formed footsteps, which barely used any energy at all. The journey, complete, with each second enjoyed. He turned to face them, widening his gaze, taking in the many faces, forms and expressions. There were unbelievers, there were vagabonds, truth tellers, fiction finders and lost hearts amongst the group. He smiled, nodded, then embraced their hearts with words.

“What do you believe?” he asked, with a curious tone to his voice.

A man, sat at the front, wearing a business suit and sunglasses, despite the shade, shrugged his shoulders. A small voice, from behind, decided to reply, “I believe that anything I know could be false as anything we understand could be wrong!”

“Good, good! The ego within wants us to believe everything we know. We couldn’t possibly be wrong!” exclaimed Master K, appreciating an understanding voice. Each of them, more than likely, felt the same, but decades of learned behaviour, subliminal messaging and blind unfaltering dedication to governments, companies and beliefs, often shrouded the truth in darkness.

“What I believe, which could also be false,” continued Master K, “Is that what we believe ‘is’ the truth. It is the truth of another person, who heard the truth from another person, who was taught that truth from another person. A family member, a teacher, a lover or even a supposed wise man wearing a bed sheet!”

The people sat in front of Master K laughed, especially seeing as he was wearing an outfit which suspiciously looked like a bedsheet. Master K, stepping down from the small stage, picked up a plastic bag from a chair just to the side. He unfolded the bag, jolted it into the air in order to open the inside, then approached the first person to the right of him.

“I would like you to be free, while you’re here. No electronic devices. No memorabilia of your current life. No jewels, no trinkets, no keepsakes, absolutely nothing that reminds each of you of whom or what you were before you arrived here!”

The participants looked at each other, slightly confused, but understanding seeing as this was the type of function that they’d envisioned when signing the documents. One by one, they placed their precious items into the bag until they’d all finished.

“Now,” continued Master K, “let us remember that while you are here, your body will heal. There’s no wireless. No television, no radio, no 4000g, no internet, not even a coffee machine for when you wake in the morning. We have oats. We have milk. We have fresh produce and we are all fully natural!”

“Can I go home?” asked the businessman, with a slight laugh and smirk across his face.

“Yes, you can, if you feel like navigating ten miles of jungle, on your own. But other than that, you’re free to stay.” At the reply, the man shut his mouth, folding his arms to remain quiet.

“You see, you were all chosen, after being tested, for something quite rare.”

The guests looked at each other, ever so slightly confused.

“You would all be dead within a year, if it were not for this place.”

The grumbling and vocal murmurs escaped from each of them, the shock and disbelief obvious upon their faces.

“Yes, you might be in a quandary right now, but your lives are busy, full, dull, boring, filled with quick fixes, easy solutions and late nights. Each of your bodies had reached the pinnacle of healing and then, the only way would be down from there.”

They continued to look confused, stunned, but silent, hanging on to Master K’s words.

“You are all magnetic, you all hold so much energy within you, but instead of fixing yourselves, you have chosen to live your lives without abundance, the abundance of the soul, of peace, the quiet of a heart not conflicted and suffering. The never-ending days. The lonely nights. The obedience to turn yourselves into slaves of repetitive suffering. Your bodies have a breaking point. Let me ask you a question…”

Each of the guests nodded, staying silent, each knowing that the words spoken before them to be true.

“How did you feel once you arrived here? Did you appreciate the clean air, the pure water, the fact that the very molecules of your body felt a certain peace, that you’ve not felt since being a young child?”

Each of them, ever so slightly perplexed, nodded slowly. Almost transfixed, more or less fully engaged, with the truth in front of them.

“Why?” asked a small man sat in the middle of the group.

“Why…” replied Master K, “is a good question. We all need peace. Be it a silent room. A quiet thought. The hand of another. The kiss of a loved one. The embrace of a friend. The solitude of reflection of the frequency of nothing at all. If we fill our lives expecting everything to be perfectly fine, then when do we stop? If we ask, ‘is this all there is to life’, yet take no action to realise that life is what we make of it, then yes, this will be all there is to life!”

Master K knew that this was the very tip of the iceberg. The small flare from the sun. The momentary strand of cotton that led to the most beautifully crafted garment one could find. The warmth, the embedded emotional stability, the freedom of a very soul.

“Each of you, during the next four weeks, will abandon the ideals that you have vehemently, knowingly, held onto for most of your lives After those weeks, you can stay for a further four weeks or, even longer. The choice is yours.”

Master K, turned, then walked back to the stage. He stepped up and faced them.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

Various replies returned to his ears, with most of them blindly accepting what he’d just informed them. There would be, as always, sceptics amongst them, but nothing over the four weeks would be rocket science. Instead, he would prefer to demonstrate.

Master K concentrated, knowing that the energy within the room was limited. Without radio waves, wireless, mobile devices, Bluetooth or anything electrical, the only energy to be felt would be soul energy, the aura or, even, the electrical impulses from his mind or the very earth underneath his feet.

All at once, he expanded his energy to cover all of the participants. “How do you feel now?”

Each of them opened their mouths, the expressions a near work of art, as each of them felt the warmth of the person speaking to them. He felt no fear, no nerves, only love and attention.

“There is an infinite vastness within each of us. Have you ever noticed that when a person enters the room, angry, or upset, the negative energy travels far and wide and yet, when you try to explain this to people, they gesticulate and dismiss the very notion that we are filled with energy and can influence each other?”

Most of them nodded in agreement.

“Well then, let us begin. Let us begin to embrace the one hundred and fourteen chakras. Let us find our soul, while allowing our bodies the wealth of the spirit. Let us begin with this thing called healing!”

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Assimilation (F2R)

Emma, sat at the table, leaned towards the screen, “Start dictation!” she stated, knowing what she would shortly witness.

If you’re reading or listening to this, then at least my words have reached a new type of person. Then again, we never really knew what you were, other than the fact that we had to realise that we’ve had our time. We still don’t know how you arrived here, only that you spread faster than anyone could actually foresee.

The human race had reached eight billion souls. We were, frankly, running out of things to keep us busy. We were rats in a maze, floundering from one device, to another, most of us caught within a catatonic state of never-ending quick fixes.

Something had to change. It did. Be it a spore, a virus, a lab leak or just a natural evolution of the species, but we changed and we changed fast once infected. Try as we might, nothing was going to stop the spread. From a few hundred, to a few thousand, to each country falling within days. Our leaders failed to realistically understand their predicament, seeing as they’re just paid puppets.

In the end, no lab experiment, solution, resolution or even prayers, could stop them. Our basic human intelligence, with increased aggression and speed, meant that we were outmatched in nearly every single area.

Of course, if it wasn’t for this mountain sanctuary, there would be nothing left of the human race to speak of. Each day, I look out over the valley from this shielded observatory, to see their progress. Within one year the air quality improved. Famine resolved with sustainable resources. Water levels equalised, their near collective instinctual, habitual need to support each and to work together, surpassed anything our original race could ever perceive. We were, for the lack of a more suitable description, a lower life form.

They showed a willingness to support each other, as our original, basically intellectually broken minds melded to whatever was within them. We, I, have witnessed love, understanding, appreciation and more from all of them. I have struggled with the many mental conflicts within my mind, especially now that we’re close to finding a cure or, should I say, a method to eradicate all of them.

I am not at ease with our current thinking. The human race has survived up to this point. I see that things need to change.

Emma, placing the audio buds into her ear, picked up the recording device and continued her recording, as she walked from the room.

You see, we’ve possibly run our course. We have hardly developed. We’re still influenced with greed, corruption, the need for ‘more’, when the simple satisfactions of life are right next to us. We abandon people that care for us, without even uttering a word to resolve our feelings and, even today, I witnessed aggressive and disgusting behaviour from a group of people within this complex. We barely number two thousand souls, yet we’re still willing to continue the learned behaviours passed from adult to child. I see no future for us.

She continued recording, as she made her way down the empty hallway, reaching the main observation room. The room, spacious, with a spattering of desks strewn in various locations, led to the large, shielded opening to which the valley below could be studied. She stood next to the shield, feeling the slight energy pulse just in front of her face. She smiled.

“Magnify,” she said, as the view focused to where her eyes directed, “locate family twelve!”

The view darted slightly to the left, to a small cabin. She’d been watching this family for over a year. They walked like humans, but their mannerisms contained no avarice, no other motivation other than companionship and togetherness. It was almost as if the human soul was freed within each of them.

She smiled, lowering her gaze ever so slightly, as she continued her dictation.

There is a time for everything, if there’s no chance of ever turning a corner. Without understanding, without communication, without realisation, the human race would always be doomed to commit the same mistakes over and over again. We have had our time upon this earth, this planet. It’s time to let go, it’s our moment to bow out.

 Emma, knowing the consequence of her impending actions, simply knew that it was the right thing to do. She wouldn’t allow the disease of her culture to once again swath the earth of its precious resources. She’d no longer allow the greed within hearts, to abandon supposed values along with the very dignity of her moral compass. It was time. She walked over to the left side of the room, towards the control panel.

Lifting her wrist, she tapped the screen with the other recording device being held by her other hand, “Daniel, it’s time!”

She continued,

To me, it’s a matter of perspective. My own life, in the face of saving a child, wouldn’t even be a question. I would sacrifice myself in an instant. For my partner, I would do the same as I would protect that person due to love and care. We have two thousand souls within this mountain, yet we’re willing to annihilate nearly eight billion lives to save the few. This cannot happen. If I viewed savages, down below, I wouldn’t hesitate, but they’re not. They’re living, loving, caring souls that share a bond with each other that surpasses anything the human race could ever fathom. This is why I have made this decision.

Emma placed the recording device onto a chair just next to control panel, pressing send. Every screen within the complex would shortly play the video, the audio, or display the text she’d created. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, breathing as her intentions became real. No-one would die, but they would never be the same again. Raising her hand, she keyed in the code, pressed the two buttons together and, then, lowered the small lever as far as it would move.

Within seconds the shield stopped, and at that moment, she was greeted with utter silence. She’d taken care of the failover options, the supplementary metal barrier that should have lowered upon the shield failing, which meant that they were exposed. She slowly walked over to the window. It wouldn’t take long and, as she looked into the valley, she could hear the thundering footsteps, all running, heading towards the exposed entrance.

She closed her eyes, once again, as they flooded through the window.

She felt the change almost immediately, her mind connecting to a higher calling, a heightened frequency of understanding, as she ascended from being a human being, to belonging to a higher calling. The assimilation of her species, to allow a complete restoration of the planet she loved, was finally complete.

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He heard the whimpering, the small murmurs that sounded like a scared animal, as well as feeling the pain from such a wounded person. He never realised, he never knew to look, always too busy dealing with specific situations, solitary events, to realise that there might have been a bigger picture.

Finally, after all of the years, he’d found the very reason for so many, many issues within his life. He crawled forward, slowly, not wishing to scare the innocent individual huddled over in the corner. The sunlight, barely visible from within the rounded walls, cast a slight view at what was directly in front of him.

“Hello,” he said, with the softest voice he could find, as he tried to imagine the fear within such a youngster, “don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you!”

The young boy, moving his legs out from under his curled body, sat on the ground. The slim light caught his facial features. He was grubby, withered, broken and scared deeply across his skin.

“My name is Daniel and, believe it or not, I’m you, just a grown-up version of you. Some would say that I’m the thinking version and I’ve been looking for you for a very, very long time!”

Immediately, at hearing older Daniel’s words, the young Daniel moved ever so slightly closer, deciding to kneel instead of sitting against the wall.  Older Daniel continued, “I would have found you earlier, but I simply did not know what I was looking for!” Older Daniel knew that he had to feel the emotions of his younger half and, at that very second, he embraced the emotion. At first, the heavy feeling hit him deep within his chest, nearly suffocating his thoughts, as he felt blow after blow, hurt after hurt. He stopped connecting, as the thoughts seemingly threatened to overwhelm his mind and, as he knew, thoughts turned to thinking and then the clouds appeared.

“I’m so very sorry. I wholeheartedly apologise, as I’m supposed to help you, to be here for you! I wasn’t. I failed you and I will never fail you again. I’ve blamed you for so many, many moments in my life, while all you needed was a love that would never ever even think of leaving you!”

The child in front of Daniel stood, reaching out with his arms. At the sight, Daniel’s thoughts felt the tears arrive to his eyes. The innocence that he’d denied for so long. He leaned forward, allowing his younger self to wrap his arms around him. The emotion, the warmth, flowing over the both of them within an instant.

“Have you ever tried to crawl out of this place?” older Daniel asked.

The youngster shook his head.

Daniel continued with the kind words of warmth towards his younger self, “Well, I can see why, as you’re not supposed to. I’m supposed to help you and you’re supposed to help me. Apart, we fail, but together, we can accomplish so much!”

For a second, the younger version smiled, but then tears appeared. Daniel felt the sadness, as he spoke with tenderness, “What’s wrong?”

“I just want someone to love me!”

“I understand. Are you ready to be loved?”


“Are you sure?”

“I… don’t know?”

He could feel the pain, the hesitation, the repeated circumstances and failed connections arise within the both of them.

“Why do you hesitate?” asked Daniel.

“I’m… afraid.” Said the young voice.

“There you go. That’s good. What are you afraid of?”

“Being left alone!”

Once again Daniel felt the waves of emotion, loss, abandonment, the pain of solitude and anguish press against his soul.

“I understand. I do. Honestly, I do. An unconditional love is rare between two people. It’s the type of love that appears once in a lifetime, if you’re lucky. Two people have to fix themselves first and you know what…”


“You and I can fix ourselves?”


Daniel smiled a warm smile. A caring smile. “Within me there’s a heart and, if you’re willing, we can become a single person, working together and then, when we’re ready and we love ourselves, we’ll magnetically, naturally, attract someone who we can share our love with, without question. Would you like that?”

The younger version of himself hugged Daniel even tighter, as his head nodded up and down. He could feel the love, the certainty, the realisation that they needed to work together. Always.

Daniel felt his younger self dissolve into his conscious state, his frequency increasing to a stable, singular level. He stood, feeling connected and together, as his head reaching the top of the circular wall and, with one tiny little push of his finger, the walls came tumbling down around him.

He was whole, he was complete and now, as the weeks moved forward, he would learn and become even more. No more walls, no more prisons.

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(Bit of an odd 'self discovery' post. I'm working on things)

Monday, 13 June 2022


Frank stood upon the step, waiting, hands firmly in his thick jacket pockets as they attempted to hold onto warmth. It had been almost twenty years since he last stood upon the same steps. A lifetime ago, or two, since those eventual days of his younger years.

He started to chew the inside of his lip, that thing he did when understandably nervous. Twenty years was a long time, despite never really losing touch with the one person he’d never managed to forget. He was, if he were honest, someone that just wanted to have that little bit of fun. The romance, the excitement, the never-ending adventures and the obvious visits to yet another stranger’s abode.

The small amount of inner lip chewing continued as he looked down the small, cobbled path, left, then right, as his heart’s rhythm continued to beat within his chest. He wasn’t getting any younger, even if his thoughts were still as they were all those years previous.

He’d grown, adapted, strived to be wherever he wished to be, with only one aspect of his life seemingly vacant. That beating heart of his, often silent, with occasionally reminders to consider the emotional needs over the physical. He’d finally given in, relinquished his barriers and finally abandoned the fake walls that kept him within solitary confinement.

He heard footsteps, as he looked to his right. She had arrived. His smile grew, his heart beat faster and the butterflies within his stomach flew with excitement. She was, after many, many years, still the magic that made his eyes show the softer side of his feelings. She could melt any walls, with inly a few of her individual, clever words.

She returned his smile, her face lighting his world within a few seconds. She slowed, standing in front of him, as he stepped down from the step he was stood upon. Removing his hands from his jacket, he placed them into her gloved hands and leaned forward, kissing her lips quickly. The first hello they’d shared in many, many years.

“You look absolutely beautiful!”

She rolled her eyes, expecting nothing less than his usual charm,

“Well, I had my hair cut and I don’t think they cut it right, but I’m here…”

Frank shook his head, knowing not to fight any woman’s description of their hair. He shrugged his shoulders, as he let go of one of her hands, turning to face the steps. He looked back, “Shall we?”

She nodded, as Frank led them forward into the Gardens. As they walked the short distance, he could feel his heart dancing within his chest. He felt 24 again, alive, the joy and appreciation for such a feeling overcoming any thoughts of being anywhere else. They both stopped, by the fountain, the place they’d visited all of those years previous.

He, once again, placed his other hand to hers, their eyes presenting all the truths that could ever be written concerning a love of the ages. They both knew, had experienced the many complexities that life presented, that there was only a finite amount of people that truly, honestly, bonded.

“I’ve missed you so much and I am sorry. I’m sorry that it took over twenty years for us to be here again. I never forgot you. Never would, and that’s why we’re here. We both know that this is where we first kissed and now, it can be the next ‘first place’ that we kiss. Missed you. Absolutely always will, despite my obvious aloof nature. I’m not perfect and I never will be, but we both know that we’re more than perfect together. We just had to see a few others in between!”

Frank smiled a naughty smile, the both of them knowing that they both had differing ways of expressing themselves. She could have said a million words but, instead, she simply closed the small distance between them, hugging him and holding him close. Tears appeared within Franks eyes and, finally, he said the words that he should have said many, many years previous,

“I’ve missed you so much and I will always, always love you!”

No matter the distance, no matter the circumstances they both knew, that there could always be the hope of a second chance.

Written 12.02.2021.