Meridian mingled with Axel and Hex when they were visiting her cafe .She took Hex cigarette whilst Axel gave her the light."The old woman even writing down mantras for herself to adore herself and she loved in the world was mirror which can tell her who was the prettiest girl was it ...when she was young and even after she married ""How do you know a lot of things about her ? I can't imagine how can you endure a talk or confrontation with such a narcissistic person like that " " My goals are clear ..how to gain information from her precious past ..l just need to keep boundaries to protect my own self-worth." " Therapy...did she get any treatment with modern method for her insanity?"" If l tell you frankly, it might be helpful to suggest therapy to the narcissistic person like her .But it will be and offense "."But don't you prepare for that? ". "That means l am pointing out her flaws ! honor ...is all she needs " " You know,she often use the subject “I” statement

Just wanted to paint on the open beach. Sketching with pencil The picture come again for the second time .A poor little girl with a tight haired looked down alone on the lonely beach with only sky above.. she stood on the flat sandy earth and there was something in her hand ..maybe a dried loaf of bread or just a thing she grief for.It could be a stone of a broken tomb . Peaks of the white waves were rolling over the surface of the sea with layers came after bigger layers a summer paradise in Europe with birds perched on figs trees.Spring on other continents showing leaves on the branches of small flowering shrubs spread across the grassy ground wicker basket filled with flowers and grapes lies on a log table and a cup of cold tea.Someone whistled from across the window followed by a roar of dust in a heavy whirlwind that blew against the pillars of the sky and will soon leave the farthest era. He said before going to collect some dry twigs to make a fire and cook the hun

In the cemetery on one dark night there was a talk .Only crescent in the back sky and a small torch giving a bit light .It seemed only answers flew in the air but the questions were totally unheard ." Yes A..Are you alright"."I am in the grave"."Three years ago,my dear so so "" Alone and cold .Colder than the cold" ."Yah ..just cold .And desolate "." I feel nothing.But cold and lonely "." Somewhere in Santa Fe "." Anglican church "." My ex still come to visit my grave and she may think about the burial . She was crying all day long .With my daughters. I don't know why they cry. " Religion.No .l just believe a bit that God is peace.lt doesn't matter which god .Tao ..sang hyang widhi ..any religion creed of God's name or whatever.. whatever,so so "" Iam none . Nothing l can do to mend my life .I now nomore living in the crazy world.All the things pissed me off.Females are predators except you .I think l never been happy but surely there were good times anyway . I know you wa

Zepp folded his arms on his chest.Tigthening his scarf and touched the window and moved it to be more space revealed outside.The dull color of the walls in the old house slightly brighten by some rays of the sun .He looked at the chair and desk against the wall where the note pads stacked and someone who once or twice sat there .The blue cushion placed squarely beneath the desk .And the vase which now vacuous and once was filled with little shrubs ..it's dried now and some parts of it fell on the floor and blown by the wind and he let it that way .. When he looked out the window again he gasped and instinctively he saw all the things ever happen there around the huge garden.For a moment he turned his attention elsewhere.In the distance he saw a small open space where she once sat on the grassy ground with the shrubs and insect in her hands,smiled and showed him all that with exuberance in her face under the mild afternoon sunray.Time flies as the old dried lentils and leafy shru

Since she came into his life she maybe one of the best thing that ever had to him.She came by with an unknown story.Only a piece of knowing that she was at her hardest time in her life .His father told him to save her for whatever price would be.Some spirit told him that killing people is weird.First ,you are happy when you planned it .You are happier when you did it .But after that you feel nothing.Then the worst thing is , feeling guilty.What is the most horrific way to kill ? Smoky guns....then ones lying there after staggering and Stammering..? Or blade of ..don't finish it.Nothing would provoke him after feeling sinful .It's a zenith point out limits .There was nothing important anymore.She was such a lovely wounded butterfly with her small beautiful wings .She smiled but she cried inside.She was left unloved .She was crying like a sad angel .Then she took care of him while he was dying .He was bleeding on the head .That clot of blood was thick and sticky .Then she brought