Unbalanced

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There is bliss found in your open and welcoming arms.
It is possible this fairy tale is not a lie.
Time will tell, giving up your secrets, showing the truth.
The first crack in this loving picture makes an appearance.
Another blow delivered to the illusion of perfection in matrimony.
I’m tired of your strengthening love making me feel weak.
My building annoyance and your anger force a petty showdown.
Geez, here we go again, “another one bites the dust!”
Story of my life – first happy, then angry, now sad.
Time to pick up the pieces and find some balance.

 

Thanks for the inspiration, Von!

Origins

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May I be conscious in the Multi-verse of my choice.

Cedric could see the desperation in Patrick’s eyes. He seemed visibly scared.

“I’ve gotta get out of here before he finds me! I’m sorry, Cedric, but I’m leaving now. Take care. 1995 awaits me.” Cedric’s brow arched.

“Patrick, you do realize time-travel isn’t possible?” whispered Cedric.

“Who said anything about time-travel? I go where it’s easiest to deal.”

Patrick became woke in body #2590. He and Cedric are eating ice cream at their favorite spot – Hanks – in Conneaut Lake, PA. All smiles as tongues lapped large vanilla custards nestled in sugar cones.

This was certainly a better day.