As I sat comfortably on the chair while stared at a certain vagueness and translating a visual, personifying the sketches of your physiques and outlining the silhouette of your soul, I developed a lucid photograph of a person that has long been shrouded with obscurity in my dreams. The picture was not a negative but one built in true colors, so real and so sensibly depicted. I was amazed as it came vibrantly alive and appeared so distinctively before me shaping. I tried reaching for it and feeling with my senses, it me a thrill and excitement I have not been quite expecting. I wanted a fusion of myself in this picture. I started interspersing my true character and personality, to make the photo interactive and have rapport with me. It smiled with me as I became happy and cried with my sorrows and aches, as I became desolate. It winked back because it wanted to show its support and congruity. It grinned at my laughter and sneered at my vexations. It cajoled when I was down and full of derision. Its grimaces became so obvious at my hatred and anger. It emitted harmony when I was at peace. It was so caring that I never wanted to leave it unattended. Its thoughts and show of expression made me satiated and very comfortable indeed. I wanted to keep the photograph forever, but the truth unfolded. It was agonizing for me to realize and accept that I could not have nor keep on to it as my own. It was such a despair to have it slipped my hands, because it became so vivid as I looked at it and remained attractive while I had its possession. Maybe the true owner had just overlooked that it was such a priceless treasure. It could not have been meant for me, but only for someone far better deserving than I would be. Isn't this a picture that you would sometimes find in a chatroom? A snapshot of love and relationship there in the course of your dialogues, which you thought was for your making. As the conversation flowed, the snapshot developed perfectly and the resulting scenario was so picturesque, before your very eyes. You think of only eternal possession ovver it albeit giving you undrest. Unexpectedly, a stormy weather wantonly came, the snapshot was carried into a whirlwind of no direction, then seeing it landing anew to another welcome appreciation. You can only hence surmise, that it was not really meant for your keeping and alas, only temporal and for the time being.

no money, bad academic performance, electricity overdue...cool huh!!

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Sergeant-Major Marty Pelling RM on the war with the Taliban in Afghanistan

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