Removed from the book the pages flutter. There's no wind in this place. No windows either. The crack from the door is completely windproof and it's just to show if anyone is standing outside.

The flutter is caused by the emotion hammered by the moment into the page.

The artificial lighting plays across the pages. Helping the curvy symbols stand out enough to read them. I will translate.

We travelled.

Fast.

Looking at her with the shadows and sunlight passing over her. The air flicking her hair back and forth around her face.

She doesn't see me looking. But yet I'm captivated by her beauty.

Her smell. Her scent. So intoxicating. The simple mixture of her perfume and the very smell of her floods the air. In the lack of distance between us her sweet smell drowns out everything else.

Her womanhood. The way she is. The way she tilts her head. She's thinking of something, and yet I dare not to ask. I can help but wish I could just stare at her like this forever. The sun on her face makes her look far more beautiful that any woman I have ever seen.

But yet these days are ephemeral. They won't last. My time with her is limited and it's even coming to an end now.

But I just wish I could stay in her company forever. Even if I never reveal myself to her. I'd at least like to continue admiring her forever.

I shift the pages around. Flipping forward. I pity the man's fate. And I rebind the pages and put the book back together.
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P/S: Btw, I think Mark Teen rocks

Mark typed that lol. And I shall not dispute that coz I think he rocks too lol. He rocks so hard he's like a stone.

Annnnnnnddddddddddd if Charlie you do pop by....Could you comment on the above piece? I'm pretty sure there's something odd about it.
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Working with the plan.

I don't doubt the great plan of things now. I don't doubt his plan one bit. But I don't know where it's headed really.

Thrown into hardship. Thrown into living nightmares.

I've survived it all. But all that time I've doubted the plan. This morning I was brushing my teeth and I wondered, would I have been able to fulfill my function without all that suffering?

I thought to myself probably not.

And then I realised. God has a plan. And it's a big big big one. Freaking big one. One that required me to do those things all those years ago.

One that required me to be broken like glass that fell off a cliff onto the shores below.

And suddenly I'm in awe of it again.

Lord I'm not sure if I'm ready to fulfill the plan or what you need of me. But I'd be proud to serve at a moments notice. Anything my King.

Even if I have to walk through a fiery furnace again to hone my skills for you Lord. Even if it involves spilling more of my blood. I'm willing to go through it again.

Hone me. Sharpen me. May I be one of the greatest arrows in your quiver. Showing off Your fine craftsmanship. Showing off what you can accomplish. May it all happen according to Your plan.

No matter what it is command me the King of Kings and I will do my best to fulfill it.