Now what he dreams about, still ever dreaming of episodes taking place, for the better or the worse, he wished they would, yet he doesn’t know of any such a course, they were all of his dreams.
Where he lives is such a dreary place. Not particularly for him, having been so sheepishly involved, not hardly in it at all. But maybe whomever she was that she would come over to where he lived to bring him a plate of food, whomever she was.
Although episodes such as these and the other episodes he imagined, they were all his dreams and they were never likely to occur. They were just fantasies. He had nothing but time.
He begun to worry about himself, about his time remaining, that father clock would be running out, so to speak, about his activities, the things he loved to do, he stopped partaking of such activities, the ones that he once held dear.
He worried about his family too, but they weren’t around, not so much anymore, so he began to wander around the little town, the places where he once lived and played. He was constantly walking around throughout the town, sometimes riding his bicycle, trying to get into shape, to get exercise. He would sometimes sit on his lawn chair he would bring on just anything, to be sitting in the public gathering areas, the parks trying to be socialableavailable to talk to. He liked to watch other people, their activities, of their youthfulness. His spirits were high, yet he was confused, he had no life, no one.
Of all the old things around his place, the unkempt, the disarray left as it were. He sees where the landscape and the mechanical aspects if it all have been forgotten.
Once drinking beer because beer tasted good, of a once stable life, an occupation, but there’s no longer an occupation or circulatory motion, there hasn’t been for a while.
“It’s as if I’ve silenced her, by my own insincere pettiness, by my jealousy, because at the time she stood out as a very young and pretty woman. ”
She eventually became his wife. This was a rather special, delightful and warm feeling. Although now he had no one. He had to move on.
He Truly Loved Her Yet There He Sat
So I truly believe, now since I have the time to take a certain path, plus I have a home and a place to fall back to, returning to my home whenever I want. I may move onward, to go places, traveling, moving from place to place. In the beginning, as you know this will be uncertain, although it looks most appealing. Here, I will not say goodbye, not so much, because without a doubt I will return and be back soon, once again resuming my path, because I have nothing but time, so I shall be starting again at my original starting place. Although it is here that I wish to leave, wanting to get away from here rather badly.
What a nice day for challenging ourselves. Myself, to take a look around me.
…The landscape and the mechanical aspects of it all have been forgotten. Flowers fade as do dreams then one season the flowers, they suddenly reappear, yet he is ruined. The flowers are as beautiful as before, yet nothing awaits him because of a stillness…
…They were afraid yet they had alternatives plans throughout this whole ordeal, of her illness and this is how they felt about their impact on togetherness, their life together for many years…
I had a dream come to me today and I wasn’t sleeping. I remembered where we were and what we did, we had a good talk, we always had good talks. What a way to start the day!
What I gave to you my dear can hardly be noticed now. What I did give to you, if anything, hopefully this gets noticed, if not technically because I was kind to you and also very generous.
Yes, he hoped so. They lived their life that way, she however has gone on.