Falling to be accepted

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Here is a story that has been made by me to put you to sleep. I've made it for all the insomniacs who find it difficult to drift away. It comes from an old formula that was used on me when sleep wouldn't come, and that I have tweaked slightly over the long time that has gone.

In this place that is closed there are only thought devils at play in the circles we put ourselves in to rise above the flood for just a moment; but you know, don't you, that we cannot fly here unless we let go; we can only hang on until we are exhausted.

It is good you can smile, in and out of the dreaming; but look, here I am and here I am not, in the dreaming in your smile...

And now we will fall, to wake up to go to sleep...

Can we fly here? Yes, but only if we let go.

Ah, but how?

Now that is a really good question...

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I am made to come to you as you question and will fly with you through your dreams to answer you all you ask...

You can escape if you want to, just go; and like that you are gone.

Outside of the dust of this nothing matters but this where you fall into that, that accepts you to fall into the dust of this...
And now that you have fallen you are accepted...

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You can find yourself somewhere in this story where your heart has been broken into ten thousand pieces and each of them a map to a worn room of used memories, and like the dust of the desert can be stirred up in the reading of them.

In this place you can walk through dreams, scattered and rusting in dark corners, where in some rooms a naked light illuminates particles of ideas and in other rooms the raging torn ghost screams to be let out, but mostly you can dance in the firelight poems and stories where little hints have been laid like rustic paths to your heart of moonbeam excursions and love-trust delights to take as my gift to you, whoever you are.

I would like to present you with an idea that will only make sense after you have heard all of it, so bear with me until the ending comes where all will be revealed.

My darling daisy.
What?
Did I say that?
Yes you did.
Why say it?
It just slipped out.
What do women know that wear so much black?
I don’t wear black usually.
Maybe you should.

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I did have a thingy that I beat to death for being so useless.
What black thingy?
My braless strap that cried: “Come biggy, biggy here.”
I’m not going to talk to you anymore.
It was invented by a woman in black who fell off a bus.
The mind boggles.
Let’s talk about cotton picking toads then.
Let’s not.
You’re in a bad moon.

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I’m not just listening to you.
Well I don’t see how you can’t, we are stuck together.
You’re stuck together; I’m here against my will.
Same difference.
I want to read a dictionary now.
I don’t.
You’re mean.
I’m so tired of you.
You don’t mean that.
I get the hard shoulder from you all day long.
Well I get your hair in my face all day long. Why don’t you tie it back?
Because then I’d see you.
What’s wrong with that?
I don’t want to see you.
But we’re identical twins.

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I don’t care.
Is it that time again?
Shut-up and leave me alone.
One day we’ll be free.
The sooner the better.
You know, sometimes everything you say seems synthesised from an old dustbin.
Maybe you’d like me to get on my electric broomstick and fly away.
Sometimes I wish.
But then you’d be all alone with no one to talk to.
You know that’s not true.
You’re thinking of that girl who smiled at you down Plasticine Alley.
Maybe.

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She smiled at me too you know.
That was different.
Not so much.
You mean...?
Let’s go see her and find out for sure.
It’s not fair, you’re always finding someone.
Brother dear, believe me, she’s not for you.
How come you always get lucky and I never do?
Because I’m the pretty one.
But if you weren’t a girl we’d look exactly the same.
You appal me sometimes by how naive you can be.

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I want to meditate now.
Don’t let me stop you, my dumpling daisy.
Stop calling me that.
I’m getting changed and then I’m going out, dancing.
But I was looking forward to a quiet night in.
Oh boo hoo you.
Are we going to Plasticine Alley again to look for love?

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It’s the best place in town.
Why can’t I choose where we go?
We did choose once, remember?
You can’t blame me for the library being on strike.
But I do my dumpling daisy, I do.
I’m not a dumpling, I’m thinner than you.
No you’re not.
Yes I am.
Now you’re being babyish.
So burp me.
If you don’t stop talking I’ll kill you.
I’m too young to wake up dead.
Where do all the words go?

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They don’t go anywhere they just fall flat on the ground and become tree like.
I feel like we’re talking into a huge void and all our words are being taken on the winds of grace straight to the ears of one who listens to all we say.
I don’t see a void, and you need a bath.
I’m not a girl you know.
Cleanliness is next to godliness.
You don’t believe in god.
Just because I don’t believe in god doesn’t mean to say I’m going to rule out the possibility of one.
That means you’re godless.
Who needs a god when I’ve got you dear brother?

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Why do you have to be such a misanthrope?
I sometimes wonder if you’re an alien planted on me to drive me mad.
I’m hungry.
I hate you.
I know, I hate you too; let’s go eat.
Alley alley oh.
Alley alley oop.

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A link to one of my first posts on steemit: https://www.steemcn.org/meditation/@wales/meditation-for-beginners