Words found by the side of the road by an unknown philosopher


The living Moment through the Perspective of One who knows nothing other than that he is writing this
By- Unknown


The story went another way. Instead of wandering, disparate and baron in uncharted, unsheltered lands; the onesome traveller found shelter. It was a roof, with a bed, and doors with a key that were all in his possession. Life was ideal. In another place, at another time, he sat in front of a screen and silently prayed to be in his own place. All he desired was his own space. It was intense how he had prayed and toiled and did every single thing he could in exchange for just this; a chance to reunite with his flame. She who means the very universe to him. It was neither here nor there where they would meet in secret, outside of space and outside of time. They simply were. And together, everywhere they roamed was home. He, One, on the other hand prayed simply for a roof that he may share with her. In the exact same place in another time and space, one walked into an apartment followed by his heart close behind where she willingly trailed to observe his light manifest. It was not much, but it was enough and far more, she always thought. She could see his struggle, and she shared his song, and bless but she was in love with him too. And so together they walked into their place, through the threshold, into a wide apartment with a bed and candles all around waiting to be lit. And they were. As each flame ignited, in another place and time, a disparate and baron wanderer sat in his humble shared space filled with figments of his imagination and he prayed that an angel would come soon with his keys. The angel had his keys, and was sent by Saint Peter to deliver them to him. She, however, was taking her time. It wasn’t until she received the call that she dropped all as she realized that it wasn’t nice to play with people without the necessary know-how. He wished her peace, love and happiness with the loving light of Christ in the name of the Most High. He prayed that she be at peace as he too was and was intending to remain. And so he called her one last time, and she answered. And to his great delight, she was soon by his side. And both did abide by the pact that was made. Because the angels of the Most High answer only to the Most High. It was between Angels that it was decided before the most high that keys would exchange hands on this day. And so they did. All was well. But for one small minor minuscule and insignificant detail, that it all took such a long time to make, it happened. And you missed it. Because you were to busy trying to distract yourself reading about the adventures of another. However, in another time and another place, there is one who is making love with an angel. Their bodies are entwined, nigh separable, one. Their hearts are beating in time to the natural sweet rhyme of this time, this moment, this second. Du-duf. That was your heart. It skipped a beat. It was divine. Your heart felt his because they are one. And the one far away was in bed with an angel not wondering at all where you are. Because you were not there to see him when he was getting it done on paper. The wanderer, he got up and walked. The one, he had great sex and lived on in enough happiness and enough light with the one whom he was made by the Most High to be with in that phase of his life. The angel with the keys was spared for her honesty when she redeemed her behaviour and finally answered her phone. All was right with the universe, except for one small and very minor thing: you’re still reading.

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