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Revolutions

Posted on August 15, 2015 by William Wayne Smith

Today, I saw a new reality. The sun moves a celestial clock. The clouds were flying past me with their own secret purpose. If I close my eyes and wait, I imagine that the changes have stopped. I do not … Continue reading →

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A Strange Day

Posted on June 21, 2014 by William Wayne Smith

I faced a strange morning. The day felt all wrong. I cannot describe it with words. I have left my soul’s safe place. I remember the epic battle. Even the winners were doomed. No one remembered the lessons of the … Continue reading →

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The Night

Posted on August 24, 2013 by William Wayne Smith

In the night, my mind turns to the past. As I am beginning to drift away, I imagine the friends I met that day. Sometimes I am afraid of my mistakes. My fear subsides when I forgive myself. Suddenly, I … Continue reading →

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Boredom, Inactive, Undirected

Posted on November 15, 2012 by William Wayne Smith

Boredom is one of those topics that no one gets excited about. One of the ways I can measure my boredom is to think of something I normally enjoy. If I can’t get into it, I’m probably a little bored. … Continue reading →

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