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the summer night sky wispy clouds painted softly against a perfect canvas of blue-gray the moon's light reflecting off of them creating a silvery glow a tender breeze caresses my candle making the flame flutter and dance in the stillness peace takes over me

Wind blowing through the halls, car alarms and the distant struggling of a child learning to play the flute… man outside, talking… "They had a Chihuahua… name was Mike… he was like a little old man. And he would eat anything." More flute backed by the sound of a television… wind blows… car alarm, clinking of glasses, a child screaming for his mother, mother screaming back, the hum of a fan, music, the flute, car alarm, banging on something, gust of wind, the flute, cell phone ringing, dog bar...

Synthetic world of cyber-reality lets me escape through the cracks of what is truly real. In this world you are left... wondering... something. Distance yourself just enough to grasp hold of the illusion of feeling real. Feeling true. Feeling like you did before everything fell apart. Hours spent searching for something... for nothing... for a world far, far away. The truth is, the more you search, the farther away you seem from the truth... because the truth was within... the truth is scary....

Contentment. Words drip off the page one letter at a time, Forming a pool of black on my desk. It will probably never come off. Happy to see them go, I smile. All of those words that were brought to me By the angels of Pain, Hurt and Sadness… They are gone. The angels have ascended. Now, only a pure white page glows in front of me. Inspiration comes from light. Painting in the brightest hues, I construct the most delicate magnification of life… Appreciating the little things. Letting the warm...

Here in the big top among the tall trees, squirrels fly about with the greatest of ease. The pigeons and blue jays appear from thin air, and butterflies flutter around without care. The spotted chihuahua does figure eights; he rockets around on his roller skates. The ringmaster owl hoots the big top tune, to tell us the ant parade is starting soon. Here come the lizard-clowns doing their tricks, Look at them all… one-two-three-four-five-six! Crickets chirp loudly as they bounce through the ai...