MIZPAH The smell of death, the touch of suffering, The hungry mouths, the tired bodies, This is reality, wait, its buffering. This is what it embodies. The sleep, the dream, the dream in the dream! I force my memory to return to that day, that fateful night. I feel so divorced from reality that
Nothing in life ever made sense, everything was too arbitrary, too random, too chaotic. There was a larger pattern somewhere there, I knew it, I sensed it. But how could I find that design? I knew somethings were connected and sometimes events and scenarios repeated themselves. Why? I’d ask myself. What on Earth was the
Help me Publish!!! Email ~ tina@tinaheals.com www.tinaheals.com Rajani and the twins moved from their gigantic ancestral home to a modest apartment, He continued working, but had lost interest. Only two clients remained with him, the rest hired his son who now also usurped his office. So with a very modest salary he began to
Publishing parts of my novel…help me publish!!! Fund me!!! Prologue The hunger in her soul, the song in her eyes, and the vibration of her heart called out to me from the hologram. What hologram? The one you exist in my friend! It’s the cosmic television, like the one you stare at for hours every
