The D.r.3 A.M.S Experience
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The Reflection
The Reflection It had a glimmer about it, a shine that could penetrate a soul. It was almost as if the little black book had a language of its own. As the young man knelt to say goodbye to his best friend for the last time, a single tear shed from his cheek. As the teardrop collided with the puddle beneath him, it became one with the rain, finding itself in the harmony of eternity. As the man rose from his friend's grave he noticed from the corner of his eye the little black book. The book laid atop a coral cedar bench and like a magnet spoke in a language he did not yet understand. Broken in the loss of his companion the man had no idea of the journey he would soon endure...soul depleted, body weak, the overdose came just months after he lost his teaching job in heroic fashion. “Hey Nicky it’s time to go” we're going to be late! (echoed from the limousine) “give me a minute” he yelled back as he slowly walked towards the vibrant, perfectly strung leather book. As he approached the bench he noticed a green glow shimmering from the pages and a resonance that he had only felt before while in deep meditation with his students. He rubbed the tears from his eyes but the glow reamined, it wasn't an illusion.
By The D.r.3 A.M.S Experience3 years ago in Humans