0 the future

After a few minutes, with the encouragement of her friends, she opened up completely to me.  According to Alice she had been giving subtle hits over the passed few weeks about wanting to take things to the next level.  When she saw a mother walking a stroller, she had inquired about kids and if he had ever thought about having some of his own.  She took him to romantic movies that had couples getting married or having kids. 

0 the test

I think I stumbled on to my next subject.  Something in my gut tells me that this is a story worth exploring.  It started earlier this afternoon while I was at lunch.  I was eating lunch with couple of friends when I overheard the conversation at the table just behind me.  A young lady was speaking about her recent breakup.  After a few minutes of listening, I couldn't help myself; I turned around and introduced myself to her.  She was a bit taken aback and reluctant at first to share her story with me, but I have a knack for getting people to open up. 

She explained to me that her former boyfriend apparently has some test he gives to all of the women he dates to decide if they are the one.  She had failed the test, as well as every woman he has dated so far.  I asked her what the test was, but she did not know.  He refused to tell her.  She had been dating him for just over six months.  She was in love with him.  She believed he was the one.  And he dropped her like a fly.

0 Welcome to the Cocoa-Bean

(Welcome to the Cocoa-Bean where...)

Words poured from their lips
invoking emotions within those around them
love and joy
sadness and despair
anger and frustration
hope and peace

(Welcome to the Cocoa-Bean where...)

An array of feeling flooded the room
using only a few simple tools
the timbre in their voice
the imagery of their words
the passion in their heart

(Welcome to the Cocoa-Bean where...)

As a single voice takes hold
breaking through the surface into everyone's core
smiles pierce lips
tears escape
teeth gnash
laughter sparks

(Welcome to the Cocoa-Bean where...)

Carefully structured verses penetrate
provoking thought about one's own self
use of metaphors
incorporation of similes
employment of symbolism
exploitation of repetition

(Welcome to the Cocoa-Bean where...)

As the last word resounds
snapping of finger chorus throughout
showing appreciation
echoing shared sentiment
expressing new found feelings
releasing built up emotions

Welcome to the Cocoa-Bean

0 just down the hall

This is torture...absolute torture.  I should have said no.  I should never have given in to Dalia, not while I am in such a delicate state.  I am having a hard enough time trying to kick this habit of mine, but having him here just down the hall is perfect fodder for my O-A-I.  Of course now instead of fantisising about some imaginary man, I have a real bonefide man sleeping in my guest room.  The last thing I need to start doing is creating a fantasy world around my boss' brother.

0 finding its way back

Koriel's gaze was caught by the golden pendent as he twirled it between his fingers. For a moment she seemed entranced by the small ball. Her mind wandered back in time to when she was a small child. The pendent had once been her favorite toy. Having been a present from her grandmother meant to help her focus her gift, she had spent much time walking and throwing the small ball into the air. Her grandmother had taught her how to lift the ball out of her hand, hover in the air, and then return all without the actual act of tossing it with her hand. It had taken her quite some time to master, but eventually she had become a quite apt. For a moment she could actually picture her grandmother standing there in front of with elation as she performed the task with ease.

Slowly she lifted her eyes to meet his gaze. "Would you like it back? Or would you prefer I put it back into the river where it came from?" Unable to find her words, Koriel lifted her hand in response. She watched as he clasped the ball in his hand as though he were going to keep it. He shook his head, "I don't know. You just tossed it aside like it meant nothing to you. Yet I can see in your eyes that is far from the truth. Accepting this ball back means reclaiming your powers. The last time I saw you, you did not seem so ready to do so."

Taking in a deep slow breathe, she glanced back down at his hand. He slowly opened it. "It's yours to take." Koriel felt her heart catch at what he implied. She pulled her lip with her teeth, an action she did often when you was uncertain. She wasn't uncertain very often. Glancing briefly at his challenging expression, she felt her resolve solidify. She looked back down at the ball, slowed her breathing until her heart too slowed to create a calm relaxed feeling within her body. Carefully she used her will to pull at the surrounding energies and slowly built them around her. Slowly she pushed the energy toward the small golden toy of her youth. It lifted smoothly into the air and began moving toward her. She stopped it just above the hand she was still holding out in front of her and lowered it until it rested once again in her hand.

Her fingers closed slowly around the ball as she carefully dispersed the energy into the environment and whispered a word of thanks as she always did. It felt good to have her ball back in her hands. His voice broke into her thoughts, "That wasn't so hard was it?"