Gabriel's Tell A Tale Emporium

I'm coming home...one more dance in the silent room...I'm coming home. What I wouldn't give to have just one more dance under the full moon. Coming home...I just can't shake the feeling that something big is coming my way, for good or for bad...though I think it is really good.   What could it be? This curiosity is eating away at me...my patience is stretched thin...but not in a bad way.   Struggling to write my story and not end it in the saddest way...its surprising to see my old journals, to see for how long I've wanted to write a book.   Makes it easier to not give in and give up, to know this is a dream that is still alive, a reality perched on the edge of a knife. Tip one way, tip the other.    Only under the covers of my mind can I discover the true meaning of these feelings that course through my body... the undisclosed desires which I know rule my entire existence.   Just like thinking this passage is in chaos,   jumping from one topic to the other , for

"Clocks ticked, but time did not pass.   The sun rose and the sun set, but the shadows remained.   Where once there was sound, now there was silence."- We Are Marshall Clocks ticked, but time did not pass ... the past flee's, but it doesn't do it fast.   Every breath of the crisp October air sends me back...the air feels just like it did then...like something is waiting there, something big, something good or bad, something... This morning I smelled strawberries...that old familiar scent.   I swear I was losing my mind.   Just a single breath and my thoughts were all a blur.   Where is she?   What is she doing?   Is she well?   It shouldn't even matter.   That right there, is a tale you already know.   Can't you tell?   Why now?   I don't know.   The strange thing is that delicious strawberry scent is enough for me to go crazy...my body just reacts to it.   I feel a hunger stirring, something primal that is beyond my control.   I just can't let it