Depths of subconscious crossOver what we callRealityMind operates at different levelsIntelligence suspendedVeers over bit and piecesEmotions buried in the nightGrowing awareness of the dayLilting music of dawnInsides churn, as the dayAwaits action at outer levels Sunday Confessionals at MLMM
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There’s no water on the desk. She needs to get another bottle from the refrigerator, but feels inadequate to do so. The fatigue is unusual, but medical reports are fine. Maybe … she is tired of doing things she doesn’t want to do but is compelled to do. Weekend Writing Prompt #315
FRAUD I had a knack for picking up ‘unusual’ things when I worked for the bank, and had contacts with most of the Big Boys, as I was one for them.
Over a period of about two years, I picked up almost two million US$of fraudulent transactions, from counterfeit bankers drafts to stolen travellers cheques.
Interlocking fingers inside water playfullyYou asked ‘tell me which are yours or mine’ “All yours”, I said with a glint in my eyesIn my mind, I was holding a gold mine We stopped romping as time flew byThings were still good, yet not so fine Can’t blame a word, or frame a momentIt was a … Continue reading We, You and Me
how does it work how do we know if all that we see is fake or real 🙃
masters we’ve become at deceiving ourselves later asking why and how 🙄😁
adorning a smile clad in confusion listening intently to absolutely nothing 🥴
gowned in glamour decked in darkness walking down paths to absolutely nowhere 🤭
blaming reality we make excuses faking reality we deny the truth 🙃
and then a moment and we realize simple actions still create joy wonderful words bring a smile 😊 a shattered heart does still beat 💙 a broken soul can still breathe 🌹 still we ask fake or real
in all of this, what is true and who’s the fraud… 😉
Reena writes : We have a single word prompt after a long time, and the word is
Moonlight the thief in the night were I was just me who was writing the voices of the lines inside of my story where the sunshine above the surface you may have looked at as someone who had all of the answers and the one person you could have do all of the thinking for you but at night when I am alone in my thoughts that girl is not me she is something else entirely and you may think it is fraud to be someone else than you thought I was but the girl you saw on the surface of the sunshine was not the me that is the one underneath the moonlight but I hoped that in reality you would be able to see the real me because I know that is the person you have yet got to know and hope that she will come back to…