Post by Debby Duncan on Jun 19, 2008 20:12:27 GMT -8
Jacob stood out there in the middle of a field watching the large land ahead of him. He cronches down to see this most recent foot prints in front of him. He walked forward toward the path paved ahead of him and went head on it straight and thinking about what he had dreamed of, a real future on how to manage himself and encouraging his ideas to a clearer perspective. He watched as his long lost ideas were gone into a deep form of reliable wiseness and peace state of mind. He smiled in terms of how that turned out, a wonderful feeling of calmness and everclaimed fault of much less ability of misjudgement or misunderstanding. Oh, how others have took his aims not too much more than a simple stanch of underestamating him intenichally.
Later, when he finally got to a point at the end of the field where he had started five miles ahead, he stopped a moment with his head spinning in thought. He was standing in the middle of an old war cavern location that didn't do nothing but remind him of his unforgetable past, he wanted to just plainly forget and push it toward the back of his head without any effort. He did and shoved hoping his past wouldn't come and haunt him through the night. He jumped to certain conclusions about his past that it wouldn't be so bad and full of accessive negative aboundance of thought and worry. He pushed himself as not letting things like that among other negativeness get to him on purpose.
He would not just allow anything to bother him, he wanted to be strong so that which he did. He knew he was way too selfish to be withstood by anyone he knew personally and now his aim was to work on his self and improve the way his verchual mind was leading him to at the moment. He knew that it was the person who had to absolutely change his or her ways, to be more accepted by society and past friends, the ones who used to trust him, the ones he wanted to gain back again. He knew in due time that he could be if he truly tried would be victories upon him self as of how he was going to become a new kind a person, inside and out, have good reflections apon himself and others.
He felt driven to give his all in everything he wanted to do on the inside, his feeling almost chocked on to him slowly without simple encouraging of his deciffered choices of his future will. He then slowly but surely continued on his path to his most gained endever, to keep going now that he had started on this path on more. He watched what he thought and got him self to clarify his mind so that he may only think on what was most important, the way to genuinely show his true attitude upon others in a specific way that is most positive and considerate of other people's outlook onto him. He compounded his mind into a setting of literal events that was the best assureance yet, to give him self peace and prosperity without more less of an effort of trying too hard to figure things out all at once while walking along a straight path in one generel direction, north, rather then south because of lose tuning of thought and concerns he had used to feel for the only ones he had ever felt anything for such as his one loved friend and companion her knew and remembered.
He watched how the fields seemed to go into themselves as he kept walking in that one direction which was prone to a rock gravel paved continuation of pebbles and stones which he heard his feet constantly strolling trough as a silent hum of clich and clash. He lifted up his head a bit to view the now glowing glisening of the shiningness of the coming moon over the grains of grass and uphill trees. The gleam of the glareing light of the moon shined onto him as if he were just walking at a one step by step patern manuour to the north toward it as the moon time again appeared to get bigger in the sky as it rose. He knew he was close to the peak of his conclusion of thought, but not too close, there were still things he had to relize in his mind, one being his own sanity and the other his future understanding of how he would appear to his members of other corropertives, like his friends and soon to regret his ways and settle everything adventually with everyone else.
He finally surpass the war area and continued to his fundimantal location to where he left off. He knew he was still on the right path going north towards the direction of the rising moon at the time. He felt kind of slowed due to all the tense straight now non stopped walking and pasing at a constant rate that he felt to be a hidious exercise, much less his own mind in thought and certain onset confusion about his tending future set goals and plans for his life annoucing his hope to allow his self to calm down and let his body slow off and no as he covered the endless as if mind boggling trail. The trail though was more fine and simple then it really looked, just letting him self keep going and not stoping or lacking any self dought or not letting his own confidence become faultered.
When he let himself be guided in the right direction, he became more patient and gained a gentle arising garentee to his amountage of how much he had put into his skill and endurance of mind and body. He kept on going without pausing for a minute as if he were just contained into his own determination and ability to make his way to his destination. This destination was objective and yet he absorbed his path very carefully and steady without wobbling and dragging his heals on the gravel and soles on the paved sides of the ground. He would let the dirt fog up into his way as he kept pushing his way down his own chosen direction to get where he set him self to go that late evening. As he finally made it to the end of the trail he first set foot on, he turned to his left upon the east, he then once again, continued forth.
He then dropped suddenly forward without catching his fall. His knees got stubbed and broozed a bit, but yet again, he got right back up. He felt very tired and weaked from walking for long staight endless hours at a time. He knew that he was aiming to get to the far sides of the hill up ahead of him, he just didn't want to give up to his jived skin and ready feet more likely to pass out then to make it to the top. Having his feet now just dragging and trappled behind him, he made it to the top of the hills now looking over the plains and outland area. He just captured the view which was so somewhat overwhelming and claiming his eyes for such as short but seemingly long time as if he were concerned with not getting enough of the salvation of the view before his very achievement and corroperation upon his own self aid to get this far to his destination. The truth was that he had just made it to his set so very short-term goal of the now night time hours, a war zone he had been in for so long, longer then he had any other, that was his most generous occupation, to get where he wanted to go without dropping anything behind, not even him self. This war zone was the most memorable to him, that which was why he came up that far without disoraying or taking temporary brakes for such deamed in aims, which he felt good about, the most adjust position was the position of his own mind that it was now statisfied to it.
Later, when he finally got to a point at the end of the field where he had started five miles ahead, he stopped a moment with his head spinning in thought. He was standing in the middle of an old war cavern location that didn't do nothing but remind him of his unforgetable past, he wanted to just plainly forget and push it toward the back of his head without any effort. He did and shoved hoping his past wouldn't come and haunt him through the night. He jumped to certain conclusions about his past that it wouldn't be so bad and full of accessive negative aboundance of thought and worry. He pushed himself as not letting things like that among other negativeness get to him on purpose.
He would not just allow anything to bother him, he wanted to be strong so that which he did. He knew he was way too selfish to be withstood by anyone he knew personally and now his aim was to work on his self and improve the way his verchual mind was leading him to at the moment. He knew that it was the person who had to absolutely change his or her ways, to be more accepted by society and past friends, the ones who used to trust him, the ones he wanted to gain back again. He knew in due time that he could be if he truly tried would be victories upon him self as of how he was going to become a new kind a person, inside and out, have good reflections apon himself and others.
He felt driven to give his all in everything he wanted to do on the inside, his feeling almost chocked on to him slowly without simple encouraging of his deciffered choices of his future will. He then slowly but surely continued on his path to his most gained endever, to keep going now that he had started on this path on more. He watched what he thought and got him self to clarify his mind so that he may only think on what was most important, the way to genuinely show his true attitude upon others in a specific way that is most positive and considerate of other people's outlook onto him. He compounded his mind into a setting of literal events that was the best assureance yet, to give him self peace and prosperity without more less of an effort of trying too hard to figure things out all at once while walking along a straight path in one generel direction, north, rather then south because of lose tuning of thought and concerns he had used to feel for the only ones he had ever felt anything for such as his one loved friend and companion her knew and remembered.
He watched how the fields seemed to go into themselves as he kept walking in that one direction which was prone to a rock gravel paved continuation of pebbles and stones which he heard his feet constantly strolling trough as a silent hum of clich and clash. He lifted up his head a bit to view the now glowing glisening of the shiningness of the coming moon over the grains of grass and uphill trees. The gleam of the glareing light of the moon shined onto him as if he were just walking at a one step by step patern manuour to the north toward it as the moon time again appeared to get bigger in the sky as it rose. He knew he was close to the peak of his conclusion of thought, but not too close, there were still things he had to relize in his mind, one being his own sanity and the other his future understanding of how he would appear to his members of other corropertives, like his friends and soon to regret his ways and settle everything adventually with everyone else.
He finally surpass the war area and continued to his fundimantal location to where he left off. He knew he was still on the right path going north towards the direction of the rising moon at the time. He felt kind of slowed due to all the tense straight now non stopped walking and pasing at a constant rate that he felt to be a hidious exercise, much less his own mind in thought and certain onset confusion about his tending future set goals and plans for his life annoucing his hope to allow his self to calm down and let his body slow off and no as he covered the endless as if mind boggling trail. The trail though was more fine and simple then it really looked, just letting him self keep going and not stoping or lacking any self dought or not letting his own confidence become faultered.
When he let himself be guided in the right direction, he became more patient and gained a gentle arising garentee to his amountage of how much he had put into his skill and endurance of mind and body. He kept on going without pausing for a minute as if he were just contained into his own determination and ability to make his way to his destination. This destination was objective and yet he absorbed his path very carefully and steady without wobbling and dragging his heals on the gravel and soles on the paved sides of the ground. He would let the dirt fog up into his way as he kept pushing his way down his own chosen direction to get where he set him self to go that late evening. As he finally made it to the end of the trail he first set foot on, he turned to his left upon the east, he then once again, continued forth.
He then dropped suddenly forward without catching his fall. His knees got stubbed and broozed a bit, but yet again, he got right back up. He felt very tired and weaked from walking for long staight endless hours at a time. He knew that he was aiming to get to the far sides of the hill up ahead of him, he just didn't want to give up to his jived skin and ready feet more likely to pass out then to make it to the top. Having his feet now just dragging and trappled behind him, he made it to the top of the hills now looking over the plains and outland area. He just captured the view which was so somewhat overwhelming and claiming his eyes for such as short but seemingly long time as if he were concerned with not getting enough of the salvation of the view before his very achievement and corroperation upon his own self aid to get this far to his destination. The truth was that he had just made it to his set so very short-term goal of the now night time hours, a war zone he had been in for so long, longer then he had any other, that was his most generous occupation, to get where he wanted to go without dropping anything behind, not even him self. This war zone was the most memorable to him, that which was why he came up that far without disoraying or taking temporary brakes for such deamed in aims, which he felt good about, the most adjust position was the position of his own mind that it was now statisfied to it.
