Lemien

It has now been a month since you politely excluded me from your life. And every day I have thought of you. I picked both my bed mattress and platform with you. How can I forget mint green is your favorite color, with my entire bathroom wrapped in it? The layout of the living room which I passed by you when I first thought of it, is now there, reminding me every morning when I see it, every afternoon when I get home from work. I miss you. It's a dull ache, by this point, but a consistent one. A loss not just of the reality of you, but of the idea of you and the potential of us, of a tight friendship, of playing games together, of sharing tho

He floats, a vast expanse surrounding him. His world; his domain. His mind. He stands above a similarly vast construct, an edifice composed of firm solid elements as a base, with a myriad struts, assemblies, and other temporary scaffolding around it. If it remains fixed for too long, it's integrated, absorbed into the solid core. He looks over his kingdom, noticing things at the very periphery; the outside world. As he looks he replicates these external objects within; the mental models he utilizes to comprehend and interact with the outside world. He makes them as exact and accurate as he can, although he is aware that such a thing is im

It's human nature to spread out, like seeds from a tree. At first school holds a group of individuals together, forcing you to get to know each other, and serving as the first extended social construct the person's a part of. Then college is the first time the individual generally has a choice regarding where he goes. This is where we see what truly binds us, or guides our hands in regards to choices. In this step, as most others, it's plans for the future (partner, studies). Then after college the individual again branches out to work. Again future plans serve as the primary guiding hand, yet here relationships may also have a strong deci

She sits back at the moonpool, her feet again in the water. It feels refreshing, yet... more.. Like it ripples more than it should around her skin. She thinks to herself, of the crew and their support. "They mean well, I suppose. But Slatan and Jogen... They are...." She shakes her head in frustration. If she's gonna get a handle on things she's gonna have to figure things out one a time; starting with herself. She hears the song in the water, so she closes her eyes, breathing deeply, and begins to sing in accompaniment. As she sings, she feels the water's song respond and heighten, and hears the sound of gurgling water as well. When she o

She sits, her legs in the water. This moonpool was commissioned in order to allow Jogen to enter and exit the boat in a simpler fashion, yet she had spent more time here than she'd seen him. Which was just as well; she wasn't sure what to think of him anymore. First, it was like she brought death back to her hometown. Not days after she arrived, her grandfather passed away. She was barely able to mourn when her escapades seemed to catch up to her, the Marines looking for her life. She thought she was doing the right thing, showing these men what cruelty and suffering their higher-ups perpetuated, yet all it caused was the immediate death o

It's a slow afternoon, befitting a day after work. The sun taunts me with his inexorable escape behind the horizon, an escape I can't replicate. Yet, as I wipe the sweat from my brow I realize that my escape is coming to me instead. A girl is walking up the hill I stand on, her curvy body bouncing as she walks in ways that automatically dispel any thoughts of work and stress from my mind, replacing them instead with more pleasurable pursuits. A smile spreads across my face, as it always does when I look at her. Her usually dark brown hair looks brighter now as the last of the sun's rays weave themselves through it, to compete and fa

It's amazing what can hide behind beautiful eyes, behind a wonderful smile... I saw that smile almost every day, yet I never imagined that she could be even more wondrous within. Every day, as I arrived at the castle, I'd look forward to seeing her smile... She arrived after I got there, and left before I did, so it seemed Destiny was intent on dashing my desire to talk to her, to get closer... I would go outside and buy from her stall, endure all the other villagers around the castle, just to have an excuse to see her from up close, her hair, and eyes... Yet I never tried, never dared, to know her a bit better, to know more... I was infini

This year I have lost 5 people, all dear to me, two of them fundamental to my soul. And in all, like always, I feel like I never really appreciated them until they were gone. I first lost a great man, Guillermo Colon, my then-girlfriend's grandfather. A very wise man, full of experiences to relate regarding everything from construction to war experiences and many other things in between. He was like a living book, full of adventures and a life that was full of love and energy. He left behind a loving wife and a great daughter, the mother of my other. I lost my grandmother, Blanca Viera. A wonderful woman, who taught me many things and who s

I came as soon as I got the message. Though most of the message was unintelligible, the fact i could hear her cracking voice was enough. There's only one place Luna will go to when she's crying. Which is the way I drove, swerving between cars to get to the one girl who means the world to me. I ran past the tourists with the kites, flying them high up in what seemed to be an impending storm. The big field, windy as it is during the day, brings many people for this activity, yet my destination lies farther on, the the old fort ruins. It is here that I see her. She's sitting in one of the gaps in the inner wall, hard stone behind and below her