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Reid wrote about the word museum 1 year, 5 months ago
My least favorite memory of Paris is in the louvre. I was with somebody who couldn’t appreciate the silent halls upon halls of works of art for what they are. She wanted to go to the Virgin Megastore across the way. I caved and went to cease her endless bitching. My biggest Parisian regret.
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Reid wrote about the word telescope 2 years, 7 months ago
Dusk came and I began my trek out to that abandoned telescope I had found. It stood, surrounded by ruin, in the middle of the woods. There was no path leading to it; I just relied on my feet to guide me, to lead me to exploration and sight.
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Reid wrote about the word raise 2 years, 8 months ago
I stood atop the brick and stone and raised my eyes upward. How I would love to shine like the moon, sway like the tree encased by the brick wall; even entrapped, the elm managed to move with such grace… such beauty. I jumped from the wall, and for seconds I moved like that tree, [...]
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Reid wrote about the word seconds 2 years, 9 months ago
I have seconds to go, merely seconds. I spent years feeling like I was wasting time, had too much of it, and needed to waste it. Now, I’ve run out of time. I want those seconds to multiply, over take everything, extend into infinite space and save me.
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Reid wrote about the word sponge 2 years, 9 months ago
I was on my knees attempting to sponge up the puddle on the floor. My efforts were little more than futile. As much as I swiped the sponge over the floor, I could not control the water seeping in from under the door.
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Reid wrote about the word kettle 2 years, 9 months ago
He placed the kettle on the stove. He truly had felt bad about last night. He turned around to explain, but the his words were lost as he looked upon her sad stricken face.
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Reid wrote about the word whiskey 2 years, 9 months ago
We gathered that night in his apartment. I sat on the window sill, and gestured around the room, asking if he had any wine. With a shake of his head, he brought out the whiskey and joined me on the windowsill. We sat and drank and surveyed life, swirling below us.
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Reid wrote about the word created 2 years, 9 months ago
I created a world that night. As I walked down the street, everything receded from my vision, the trees, the road, the sky all faded from view and lapsed into nothing. I was alone with infinity.
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Reid wrote about the word mission 2 years, 9 months ago
Where is my mission? Every day I become more afraid to do, more afraid to move. I fear my mission is nothing.
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Reid wrote about the word escape 2 years, 9 months ago
I faced the ocean that black dark night. Faced it and embraced it. Floated my way out to sea. I escaped.
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Reid wrote about the word cross 2 years, 9 months ago
She wore that cross around her neck, despite being a devout atheist. It was always there as reminder, a reminder of things past, and things to come. A reminder of who he was.
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Reid and Lindsay Rae are now friends 2 years, 9 months ago
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Reid wrote about the word fences 2 years, 9 months ago
The house was surrounded by fences. Not just one that went around, but an intricate circle of fences, forever protecting the residents from the weight of the world.
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Reid wrote about the word none 2 years, 9 months ago
Walking a tree lined street at dark, after the rain, alone. I think to myself, “and then there were none.” A car passes by, and with it, I.
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Reid wrote about the word nun 2 years, 9 months ago
The nun wandered the streets at night, often catching people off guard. She was really just looking for someone to save, somewhere to pray. Looking, looking in the dark.
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Reid wrote about the word miles 2 years, 9 months ago
You know the metaphor that starts with a fork in the road, and you have to pick a path. Well, I went the wrong way. I feel like if I could maybe go miles forward, miles backward, maybe just miles anywhere, I could feel right.
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Reid posted an update: 2 years, 9 months ago
Edits for Near entry:
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Reid wrote about the word near 2 years, 9 months ago
She was never really near me. I always wanted her to be. I place myself near her whenever I could. She took days and week out of my life. Friends lost, lives ruined all for her. She was never near, never here, and eventually, she left.
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Reid wrote about the word made 2 years, 9 months ago
I made it up. My entire life is a fabricated story, thought out over years and precisely outlined. That nostalgia for a life I have never lived and a person I have never been, well, maybe that’s what my life would have been if I weren’t here.
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Reid became a registered member 2 years, 9 months ago
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