OfTimesAndChange

Everyone called her Dolly but that wasn't her real name. There wasn't anyone to call her that, though. She had a friend who seemed to be always sitting in a tea house. It could be a restaurant but she always saw her friend sitting outside of it and drinking some tea. She would be there whenever Dolly walked by and they would talk as long as they could. She would only know her friend at the tea house. They never went anywhere together and somehow never talked about anything outside of the tea house unless it was about Dolly. The friend would always give Dolly some advise when they talked. It was her best and only friend until Dolly met someo

"At the start of a new day a brilliant artist formerly known as Bill begins creating art. Before his pen touches his old worn out notebook, an obstruction appears and he has to move." He really shouldn't be here, he only just been noticed by some kids who also decided to sneak in here, but if they get noisy he doesn't want to be around for when the bull shows up. Bill picked up his big bag of stuff and left the train yard looking for a better place to stay. Some hieroglyphs directed him in a direction of a safe house. The house was full of college kids looking for a cheap place to stay. Bill could blend in, his worn out look was currently i

One Richard Batterton found an apartment to live in. The apartment had thin walls and Richard owned an electric guitar. The people just like to keep to themselves and so when neighbors saw the guitar, they didn't say anything and assumed that Richard would understand. There was no sound until late at night when Richard decided to practice a little without an amp. No one bothered him much, but for some knocking from one of the thin walls. In the morning no one talked to him and he ran out for his job. He already paid the rent for the month and expected to stay there for at least that long. Again at night he would play again and he would he

Noun verb waiting Contemplating Can't think of what to write Can't wait to think whats waiting to be kept in form unchanging In words that show with symbols that echo pictures somewhere inside the mind Sometimes forget to breath or sleep while occupied with thoughts If mind had eyes, mine might be blind It's looking but it's hard to find whats running I give chase without stopping Locked in battle with myself where while pushing I get pulled If stopped I can win but it's kind of hard to stop to think about not thinking This action is inaction in itself repeating feels like wounds my mind is bleeding I might get healed with what

 Two brothers joined a monastery to find answers to their questions. One brother was very studious and hard working and so he meditated and studied very hard every day, his name was Ichiro. Other brother wasn't as hard working but he followed his brother into monastery because he knew the work was worth it, his name was Taro. The monastery had many rules and everyone followed a strict schedule. They had to wake up early to meditate, then eat, then beg, then study, then they would sweep the ground of the monastery. Taro hated it but he endured it anyway. One day Taro went looking for his brother but when he thought he saw him, it was someo

   It was already dark but we had one more stop to make before we could come back. My friend was still talking about something but I couldn't care less because I was too sleepy and I started to drift away and into what was outside my window. The city was still alive with it's lights and I just wanted to watch. The train moved so fast that if you focus on the glass instead of what's outside, the lights would blur into many flashing lines. I could fall asleep right there but the train approached a turn and I felt myself shift to the side of my chair. Looking into the distance I could see that the train was approaching a ramp and our speed was i