Poetry
I've been looking into some old poetry.
I was once good at it.
I could rhyme.
Put feeling in a harmonious way.
And say beautiful things to someone.
What makes me sad, is to think that I haven't written any poetry in years. That that part of me is dead, or at least in deep slumber.
I miss those old days.

Tired
Lately I've been too tired to come and post something worthy here.
I just don't feel like looking around for something anymore.
I can only go forward by ignoring what I'm doing and why.
All seems so futile.
Now I only remain tired.
Well no point hanging here, off to the showers and then to bed.

Not Average
I believe in something more.
That is not very new.
I just can't accept that humans are just that. That this world sucks the way it does, and there is no hope of something mystical and interesting for us to discover. There has to be some variable that general sciences forgot to take into consideration.
But that is not the point.
I find that while I lack any explicit power, I have my own set of "powers" the while not so palpable still mark me as not average.
My own perception, about things, people and surroundings is very strong. And so I keep an eye for any person that is out of the average.
Recently I've seen two worthy of mentioning. I still wonder whether they knew about themselves or even about me, but I left quietly, just wondering.
The bus stop brings many different people. It is easy to find someone that get your attention. But this girl had something different. Something nearly invisible. A thin thread. One that extended from her and went lost into the crowd. For some time it seemed to come in my direction, but it changed courses as soon as I noticed it. The thread kept strong with the girl who after some time was moving through the crowd outwards to see if her bus was coming. Interesting how 20 people failed to notice the thread among them, and I sat there far away, just watching the thread to see what it was doing. Of course, I was limited to seeing it whenever the sun reflected in it. At all other times it was completely invisible.
I take the train a lot, during this last month. But I've taken the subway very few times. There are always good and bad things about this. But when it comes to people, both are about the same as in quantity, but only one had this man.
I was going to meet with my friends, so I took the subway, fastest way, and free connection with the train I was already in. When I got to the station, I went underground, and took a right to go to one end of the subway. I've seen many strange things, like people kicking the air, but this guy really got me. It was a brief moment, he was standing the way super heroes pose in stories, head forward, a bit upward, hands in his waist, one leg a bit higher and bent, the other straight. He wore a white coat, like a doctor, or a scientist. Even with no subway passing, his coat fluttered in the wind. I could feel his presence, he stood out. Not many have this aura.
It seems ordinary.
But these things you can only feel.
I can't say it is about faith, but it my faith and that is all that matters to me.

With a little help from my friends.
This song has been haunting me for some time now since the accident.
I have a wonderful remix of it, the kind that makes you jump through the streets wanting to sing it, like in a movie or musical.
Most people know this song from The Beetles, written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney.
It is overall a great song, but I'll focus on one sentence here.
"I get by with a little help from my friends."
This is something really nice to say.
Most people can.
It is interesting how this can be perceived. I went for the more literal interpretation, as in friends actively helping, being nice, doing favors and planning things for you. There was an approach I didn't contemplate about this sentence. Little help, in the REALLY little meaning, can mean the case in which your friends play the role of plain distraction. And I don't mean distraction in an insulting manner.
We need distractions, because our life is a toad. The more we get, the sooner we get to a new place, with new perspectives. So it works as having a nice enough time to go on another day.
We get a distraction to gamble another day.
It is in fact accurate to the song, but a little frustrating if you ask me.
Still in this world, where I barely see the people I like, and I have one distraction that is important with my friends, and I play tabletop games with my boss, that despite the differences is becoming a nice friend, giving advice, and seemingly taking an interest in my life.
Things are weird.
Then again... I'm in no condition to expect more from life.

~ The Adventurer Chronicle 28 ~
"Yesterday I've visited the kingdom of Altenac. It is famous for the science it develops, and a good use of new technologies.
The city had a very interesting layout, though I prefer the more classic kingdoms. One thing struck me as interesting.
I know we all come from different backgrounds, and while I'm a traveling spiritualist, I don't expect people to be all in tune with their spirits. By all means. But these people, strong in spirit or not, they don't seem to have any perception at all about their surroundings.
People from all kinds of places walking hastily through the city, all minding their own affairs. But this was all too quick, no one stopped to greet one another, or even look around.
There I was, walking the street, calmly one step after the other, everyone passing by. No one noticed me, but a few kids who bumped into me at a corner. I'm used to not being noticed, but while I was not, I did notice everyone.
The sir in blue overcoat did not notice the paint almost falling on him from the support at the stair he passed under. The lady in the yellow dress did not notice she nearly bumped into the swordsman carrying a set of new swords, all pointing out. The man in a lab coat was walking and reading a news journal, he didn't even bother to look at the beautiful young girl, with less than usual clothes carving on a wooden side in the middle of the sidewalk. In fact, no one but her boss seemed to notice her. And she did not notice the orlagus walking towards her with wet intentions.
People walk around, oblivious to what happens around them, they ignore other people. It is a weird world this one. I have much to see. I hope my business here does not take long, so I can leave before I become lost like them.
It is still good to feel everyone near me. Thought these troubling times have taken away the fun in feeling their emotions. Specially in this cold town.
~ End of Part 28 ~