She knew that he was after her. Too many clues left in too many places. But she was happy. Maybe she self-sabatoged, because she is tired of running. Running from someone she know she can’t outrun. Maybe, just
I’ve learned to look for the beauty in the world. What we seek we find. When I look for trouble, I find it. So, I look for beauty, for love, for ways to be helpful. I look for justice, for harmony, for the things that make life worth living. Love. Always love. When I find myself looking for something other than this, I know where I’m headed. So I turn again, aim towards the things I want more of in my life.
I am currently being the best kind of teacher: an investigator. I am doing my best work investigating all sorts of things I can do with my new teaching position as a 6th grade literacy teacher, and I am thoroughly excited about all the opportunities I will have in this new adventure.
As I stared at the hard, damp pavement, I thought to myself, “Why the hell would someone choose this location?” I took out a fresh cigarette and furiously clicked my lighter. I muttered to myself, “How in God’s name were there no witnesses?” The rain began picking up, washing the blood away. I was running out of time.
The chief investigator paced up and down the room, waiting for someone to give themselves away. He knew the culprit was here, of that there was no doubt; so he just had to wait until one of the recruits flinched, quivered, looked at him funny, or showed some sign of weakness. But no such sign was forthcoming, because what he did not know was that there was no weakness, no guilt, no uncertainty in that room. All twenty four recruits had sworn an oath to each other, to do the right thing, to protect each other, and see this battle through to its conclusion, no matter what hardships they faced. That, they knew, was what their training had taught them.
investigated the crime
found the murderer
locked him up in jail
but it didn’t really matter
nothing could change
the damage that had been done
She knew that he was after her. Too many clues left in too many places. But she was happy. Maybe she self-sabatoged, because she is tired of running. Running from someone she know she can’t outrun. Maybe, just
I’ve learned to look for the beauty in the world. What we seek we find. When I look for trouble, I find it. So, I look for beauty, for love, for ways to be helpful. I look for justice, for harmony, for the things that make life worth living. Love. Always love. When I find myself looking for something other than this, I know where I’m headed. So I turn again, aim towards the things I want more of in my life.
I am currently being the best kind of teacher: an investigator. I am doing my best work investigating all sorts of things I can do with my new teaching position as a 6th grade literacy teacher, and I am thoroughly excited about all the opportunities I will have in this new adventure.
As I stared at the hard, damp pavement, I thought to myself, “Why the hell would someone choose this location?” I took out a fresh cigarette and furiously clicked my lighter. I muttered to myself, “How in God’s name were there no witnesses?” The rain began picking up, washing the blood away. I was running out of time.
The chief investigator paced up and down the room, waiting for someone to give themselves away. He knew the culprit was here, of that there was no doubt; so he just had to wait until one of the recruits flinched, quivered, looked at him funny, or showed some sign of weakness. But no such sign was forthcoming, because what he did not know was that there was no weakness, no guilt, no uncertainty in that room. All twenty four recruits had sworn an oath to each other, to do the right thing, to protect each other, and see this battle through to its conclusion, no matter what hardships they faced. That, they knew, was what their training had taught them.
Search your heart
Peaceful ones
Find out how it works
Peer at it as close as you can
It may leave you one day
Stranded ones
Looking for solace
Thrown in the deep end
Do not leave it
It’s a crime scene
Do not let others in
Close the door
It’s the best you can do
Sometimes loneliness is the best cure
For realizing what’s important
Do you know what’s important?