HEART de STONE PART IV
by
Anthonystjoseph
This dream was on Monday and nothing like
Sunday. I was there in the house remaining quiet as a
mouse. There was no doubt, it was totally
cleared out. Her sister was rifling
through all of her things, she had
waited for this day to buy some brand new
rings. And all of sudden, there she was.
She sat in a wheelchair as
they fed her through a straw. Laughter
and joy was everywhere she saw. I walked and I watched amongst all the
laughter and joy. Some looked and
ignored as I continued to view, this was her
sister who was doing nothing new. This was always in the future and now the
future was present. The ‘new’ blood of the house was a dirty
rotten peasant.
This is not an ‘Imitation...’.
By
Anthonystjoseph
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