So as the girl was in the shower, she began to caress her face and let the water trickle down into her mouth. No sooner had she done this when a memory that had been pushed to the furtherest corners of her mind floated forward. The memory was that of a dream. In the dream the girl remembered her childhood. Well, actually, she remembered one particular aspect of her childhood, her ability to breathe underwater. She wasn't sure now if her mind had fabricated the memory or if she truly had been able to take small breaths while submerged. However, at this point it seemed irrelevant. The wide-eyed girl, in her dream, could again breathe under water. She reveled in the moment as it brought back childhood memories.
As I stopped remembering my dream I trailed off into stream of conciousness thinking. Sitting in the shower, I just sat and watched the shower head. As my eyes wandered, my gaze followed the water to that of a body that looked unfamilar, yet was my own. I imagined it to be the body of eve or even lillith. What if I were the reincarnation or second coming of eve? Suddenly I knew... this was to be the central focus of my second book. Then I remembered that I have never written a book. I wonder where that thought came from. Sometimes stream of conciousness thought is weird like that. You never know what you are saying and what influenced you to think it.
You learn something new everyday. What I learned today:
I am incapable of saying a certain sound naturally. I must force myself to say it. In normal conversation I never use it, unless I am meaning to. When I say caught, it sounds the same as if I am saying cot. Damn, I really am from the south. such is life.
On another note, I found a freemason card in my room a while ago... I found it again in my room where I had put it while cleaning. I still wonder how it got here. It's some damn card that at one time held a pin. Maybe one of my friends donated money to a shriner and received it in return. The shriners are still a branch of the freemasons. Still, it makes me wonder.
As I stopped remembering my dream I trailed off into stream of conciousness thinking. Sitting in the shower, I just sat and watched the shower head. As my eyes wandered, my gaze followed the water to that of a body that looked unfamilar, yet was my own. I imagined it to be the body of eve or even lillith. What if I were the reincarnation or second coming of eve? Suddenly I knew... this was to be the central focus of my second book. Then I remembered that I have never written a book. I wonder where that thought came from. Sometimes stream of conciousness thought is weird like that. You never know what you are saying and what influenced you to think it.
You learn something new everyday. What I learned today:
I am incapable of saying a certain sound naturally. I must force myself to say it. In normal conversation I never use it, unless I am meaning to. When I say caught, it sounds the same as if I am saying cot. Damn, I really am from the south. such is life.
On another note, I found a freemason card in my room a while ago... I found it again in my room where I had put it while cleaning. I still wonder how it got here. It's some damn card that at one time held a pin. Maybe one of my friends donated money to a shriner and received it in return. The shriners are still a branch of the freemasons. Still, it makes me wonder.
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I enjoyed your latest entry, very thought provoking. Seeing your body and thinking what you did, I believe you've connected to the main flow of life, a stream few can find willingly or no. Even if it's just for a moment, that is a feeling that can be very important for the rest of your life.