the must divide it given the gender of my newly acquired roommate. We must have had a discussion about her leaving her laundry basket in the middle of the room.funny.I think she had the side closest to the door. I look out the window and again there is a thought about the argument of locations. I stare blankly at the sky seeing that it has split in two. There are black clouds hovering low that block out all light as the sun shines brightly about them. Soon it becomes one sky again and the darkness conquers the light. Suddenly I run from the window afraid as I sense a presence entering the room. I turn, and I see Era walking amongst the curtains. I do not know why she is there.she must be married by now.or was it late November? In that moment I feel awkward.never once in our time did I ever pressure her about sex, that was something that I respected so much about her.and in myself for that matter. Sometimes people do not understand the sheer spiritual significance of purity.sometimes people forget their spirit, killing it with the need to be something different when they look so hard in the wrong places.difference is not flesh.spirit.stop. She says it's okay and I look at her eyes, they are light and I decide that whatever happened was a good thing, but there is another argument in her size.she is like I remember her when now she must be well into the third trimester. We walk out side and begin to drive somewhere with her fiancé/husband and her friend (marg?) I realize that I must get back into my room and ask to stop.
Phase Shift.order stops.I cannot remember it.
War is fought. Somewhere in the Southern regions of America. Civil War. There is a man wearing blue/gray fighting as if he were an army. He takes down so many, he is convicted, he believes. He is knocked down and another soldier stands above him holding his rifle and bayonet over the fallen warrior. For that one moment I am allowed a peek inside of his mind "I must kill him.