she rode on a train. she only could remember a train. she must of slept all her life.because her memory was non existent...until she woke up on this train.. Her heart was cold and her hands were warm. she felt anger on the inside. Was she dreaming a nightmare? premonition? possibly she was in purgatory?? All she knew was this train stopped no one around. no engineer, ticket checker not even one passenger. the smell in the air seemed familiar but she couldn't place why? maybe her luggage which sat next to her. one large clothing rack box bright red gold look latches. next to it medium suitcase same red same gold latches. this had to give her some idea if who and what she was!

In memory of you

You run in my mind and my soul. My head swirls with memories of you by my side. You never judged me. You loved me. As the days turn into weeks and the weeks turn into months I realize time fades but not you, never you. You are in the air I breathe, in the earth i touch and and sun that shines down on me on a warm day. My selfish soul wants you here now. But, my loving heart is happy you are not in pain. May the gods be treating you like the Goddess you truly are. Love you bread and butter ! what can I do.... the memory of you hurts so bad. I never stood a chance with you in my life. The worlds a gloom and the birds chirps are so blue... it's so sad here with out you. I hold it in screaming on the inside it's so loud my ears are ringing its

The Box

>There was a girl who had a box under her bed, that had a lock on the box under her bed in a world that made no sense and all the sense in the world. She would keep that box under bed safe from the everyone and everything. >Daily that little girl would check that the box under her bed, that had a lock under bed in a world that made no sense and all the sense in the world. She would only open the box , the box under her bed. When she needed to place her bad days inside. For many years the little girl hid the box under her bed, that had a lock on it under her bed safe in a world that made no sense and all the sense in the world. As she grew she would occasionally check on the box under her bed and would add her lifes joys in this with n>a lock in a world that made no sense and all the sense in the world. This little girl grew up and always kept this box under her bed locked in a world that made no sense and all the sense in the world. She had heartbreaks, loves, joys and deaths kept hidden away in her box. Maiden turned to Mother and Mother turned to Crone. All the while she kept this box under her bed, that was locked in a world that made no sense and all the sense in the world. It was not until one day she met this beautiful lady. She told the crone about the wonderful life’s journeys she had taken in all her years. But this now Cone could not come up with any memories or life stories of her own. She was broken and alone. In a frantic panic she went to the box under her bed, the box that was locked ,safe from a world that made no sense and all the sense in the world. She opened this box and let all that she had ever known out ! Her tears came to her as quickly as her heart opened so wide she could feel the passions of not only her life but all those lives that touched her along her journeys. She knew at that moment that the lady in front of her was her own refraction in the mirror and that box was her heart. She broke the box into a million pieces and now wears the key to the box around her neck keeping it safe from the world that makes no sense and all the sense in the world. So that box she now calls her heart stays open for eternity with no fear of ever locking it again.