

Necessary liesRain drops slide slowly down the window outside, looking like tears. Maybe the sky is weeping for me as I have no tears left to cry. More drops roll by and I watch them make their slow decent to the ground. Concentrating on something that would keep the memories at bay, anything that would stop the continual replay within my mind. The drops were coming faster now as the rain beat down seeming with a vengeance. This wouldnt last, would likely exhaust itself before too long. There is movement behind me and I turn my face to catch my mothers eye. I turn back and my eyes lose focus aNecessary lies


BoxesLight traffic fills the background, giving depth to a place that would otherwise seem flat now that the life that gave breathe to this place is gone. Boxes stand ready. Boxes in which to put the things, the stuff that is collected to show a life well led. How much of what is hoarded actually has meaning? How much was just set aside until it was possibly needed? The first box is full. Items now carefully stored and ready to be shipped. Will what is left ever have the meaning it originally held? Can it be found by someone who doesnt have the same attachment and memory? &nBoxes


JourneysWe sit outside the local café drinking coffee. The sun is shining and for all we can see the world is bright and happy. Very occasionally a car will pass, but they are quick and quiet in todays modern world, the people inside passing through and barely noticing anything beyond the windows of their own world. These are lazy days. Says my mother, looking at a young man crossing the street. The young man looks in our direction but not directly at us. He has noticed us too, but that could simply be because we are the only other people in the street, which is not an uncommon occurJourneys
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I tend to be distracted easily. . . . something shiny
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Life is pain, anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something
We only met briefly, but I'm one of Josh's friends. You were working at the Festival centre and there was coffee and milkshakes involved. Oh yeah, I showed you the drawings I did on the Axis and Wayfarer Redmption trilogies. Anyway, I only just found out that you're on DeviantArt. I have only a small amount of pics in my gallery compared to some people, but your more than welcome to check them out.
Good luck with all your assisgnments at Uni this year, and happy birthday for your 21st around a month ago. Mine was 3 days after Josh's. It was a big two weeks for us three!
See ya,
Denes
i remember you and ur work, so how did u enjoy sara douglas' books? like the end in the end?
and ill check out the rest of ur work, just dont look at mine its been a while
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I tend to be distracted easily. . . . something shiny
Anyway, yes I enjoyed the ending of the Wayfarer Redemption. I knew DragonStar had to win, and I was pretty certain that Faraday wouldn't die again (even though Sara Douglass said on her website that she actually HATES Faraday!). I was also reminded of DragonStar in some of my personality, so I wanted him to 'get the girl' in the end. (This doesn't mean I love small cats or want to kill a brother to gain a birthright!)
Hope you're have some time for yourself.
See ya,
Denes
What kind of ending is that? everyones happy! never happens, not believable
and yes I'm probably busier, ask josh
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I tend to be distracted easily. . . . something shiny
Anyway, I've gotten an additional job at and architecture and landscaping firm making my week 9-5 on Monday and Tuesday, then 9-6 on Wednesday to Friday, and 7-12 on Saturday morning. So I've added a few more points to busiest tally.
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