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I am having a tough time uploading this so here is my new short story, I will edit later.     Does anyone know the feeling of falling, while you are sitting, I do. I fall into the place between ours and theirs, it's so strange. It frightens me a bit, but I love it all the same. I can't go when I want it, the emotions that are birthed by the day, drag me with them as they escape.     I remember my first visit well. I was just sitting at my desk during school, then the only girl I will ever love Frida, she stirded towards me. Her hair a alluring off black with strands of her original honey blond hair swaying to the beat of the silent air.

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I know this is crazy, but what if we imaged ourselves as two separate people, the preson made of emotions and has no interactions in the physical word, without the use of our solid form. Then the solid form, the one that realises on the preson made up of emotions. If we take a minute and observe ourselves from these two perspectives what could we learn, what could we do. What could we create with these new observations? Would we like the people we notice? Them ask your self a question if you like, who am I? Ask the people you have imaged. From these maybe you can find self enlightenment and maybe inspiration. I don't know, but try.