Jwalker
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The 7th Floor
When everything is coming your way, you are in the wrong lane.
When everything is coming MY WAY hell is freezing!!!
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Bathing in the moonbeams amidst the cool tall pines An owl spoke to me in dreams an echo in my mind.... He asked a
The one book u absolutely LOVED!!!
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I'm Left Handed.
Not knowing my destination,with so many rooms to choose up there.
I kept my hand on the rail.
The first and second floors I simply passed by. There were things in there
I didn't want to spend time with today. Jumbled...a mess, chaotic.
The third floor was full of bad memories, so, I averted my eyes and kept
spiraling upward.
The fourh floor was an office full of debts and cuurrent and future commitments.
I paused out of guilt for a moment, but continued my climb.
The higher I went, the thicker the darkness seemed.
I was looking for a room full of peace, and comfort, but when I got to the
fifth and sixth floors, there was bitterness and conflct.
Brother against brother, disputes over every thinkable thing.
I shook my head and let the arguments fade behind me.
When I got to the seventh floor, there was only one room,
and the door was locked. Sealed it seemed for some time.
I wasn't quite sure what was there, but I heard the calming sound of a
waterfall, and saw a soft yellow light blinking through the cracks.
I reached for the knob, and it was warm. Not cold as steel as I had
anticipated. I jimmied the handle and pushed against the door hard with
my shoulder. I kept nudging it, and then, it finally broke loose and opened. Cracking, peeling paint flecks drifted to the floor.
An overstuffed chair, positioned close to a warming fire, sat empty
and inviting. A tranquil fountain sent fresh water cascading over the
seven smoothe stones arranged like a staircase. A mug on a table next to the chair sent the steaming aroma of fresh coffee out into the night air.
As I took one step into the room, I turned as you said "hello". You smiled at me
and jestured for me to sit.
I kissed your cheek, and melted into the arms of that wonderful warm chair, glad to be in your presence, knowing it had been too long.
I stared at the fire dancing in air, void of my troubles. You didn't even scold me for forgetting you. As I sipped my coffee, I thought
how glad I was, that just for a moment, I could rest my soul, and I was
still there, waiting for the return of myself.