Moleskine Madness...Cravings Undead!

There was a silent ocean of emotion that had separated them,

Kept them apart.

And yet as they were separate; they were whole.

When they were together; they were more than what is; what was 

and could be.

 This produced painful joy.

It was the perception of the soul.

The merging of the heart.

It wasn't death. It wasn't life.

It was immortal.

There was a name for it; that went unspoken between them.

Have a fun Friday!

Moleskine Madness...Wine and Ink!

She knew now what she had lost.

She had driven him away.

The constant staring. The incessant teasing.

That was her way.

She pretended to be the sexy starlet.

In her mind she was the manipulator.

He knew the reality.

Of what she was.

Have a thick and thin Thursday!

Moleskine Madness...Star Crossed!

He had decided that was the way it was going to be.

From now on.

Never again.

He was alone now. 

Forever.

From now on.

Only sorrow and joyless living.

Then to work.

'Til death do he part.

He was alone.

It had been his decision.

His alone.

Have a weekly Wednesday!

Moleskine Madness...True Snit!

It had perched itself on the edge of the sink.

It popped up and down and looked at him with the old red eye.

There was nothing he could do except watch the dance.

How did it get in the house?

Why was it eating the stale popcorn off of the kitchen counter?

It just looked too angry to deal with right now.

He decided to make a sandwich and wait it out in the other room.

It continued to scream and cough.

Have a talkative Tuesday!

Moleskine Madness...Rolled Mice!

He filled out section two and turned the page.

It was a diagram. Underneath was a few questions that he scanned.

Nothing to difficult.

It was a matter of taking the time and being detailed.

He clicked his pencil and started.

He looked at the clock. Seconds of his life.

Ticking past. Lost. They could never be returned.

Then he had a fleeting thought.

Why had he watched all those hours of television?

Then he realized.

It was nothing to difficult

It was a matter of taking the time and being detailed.

Have a minute Monday!