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Victoria Moonstone

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United States
United States
A writer, avid reader and searcher of adventure and looking for those to join me in that search.
June 15, 2016
 

"It is for peace!"
They shout as bullets scatter across the sky, rippling through the air and shattering the very fabric of space.

"For peace!"
As bodies slowly fill up carts, ready to be heaved off to massive graves. Unmarked lands where only their ghosts will mourn them.

"Peace!"
Men, women, children, lay broken, bruised and defeated. Clinging desperately to one another, to fragments of a live that just three minutes ago was going so smoothly.

These acts, these deeds, these senseless motions are for the notion of peace. As if peace needs a champion to stand for it, to brandish a sword and proclaim it knows what is right. But who determines what peace is? Are there a team of experts wh...

ORIGINAL
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June 14, 2016
 

By the time you see this it will be too late; I will be on a bus, a plane, a train or in the back of a strangers car. But I will not be here. No when you open this letter I will have journeyed far away, once more running from things I should've told you.  

They are coming for me, I thought I'd escaped them but alas I was wrong. I was so very wrong,  and with my wrongness I cannot let them take you. I cannot let you suffer for my sins.

You will find the bank account empty; ever penny we ever saved in sitting in a bag beside me now, my credit cards and phone have been disconnected, do not try to find me. I've pulled my name from our daughter's records, our insurance, our house and car as well...

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June 14, 2016
 

I am a shadow, I exist yet I do not exist. I am as contained and captured as I am limitless.
I live and I die.
I lived and I died.
I will live and I will die.

Constants and variables...
Tricks and illusions...
Lessons and faults...

I am a sound, a fabric blowing in the breeze, a whisper hushed amongst centuries.
I do not take, nor do I give.
I do not create, nor do I destroy.
I do not hate, nor do I love.

Decisions, decisions
Memories and erasures.

I am as indecisive as I am the greatest decision you will ever make.
I am as transparent as I am opaque.
I am as loved as I am feared.

A rock breaking apart by the winds of time, a mountain withstanding the tests of man.
I am an idea, I a...

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July 27, 2015
 

# second chance

Bringing you back,
here with us.

something I think of often.
I didn't know you,
I would've liked to.

but She did.
she loved you,
cared for you,
I can only do so much for her.

you. her best friend. stolen by cruel fate.

to bring you back,
would be a gift for her.
a happiness unlike any other.

for you loved her too, didn't you?
her smile, her laugh.
she'd love to see you again.

her best friend,
a piece of her soul.

to bring you back what would it take?
A spell,
sacrifice,
ritual,
deal with the heavens?
or the Devil?

Perhaps a simpler thing?
To say a name?

Leslie....

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July 17, 2015
 

Late Night Babbling

We are but beings cursed to walk this world in an endless search for answers, many of which to questions we do not yet understand. We are in a void, a vacuum, a space filled with an abundance of particles and life energies yet we ourself know now how to use it.

Beings at the mercy of time and evolution, we wander, pine, search for some kind of reasoning, a method to our madness. This is truth. We are flawed beings, aiming to perhaps create a God within ourselves to justify, to magnify, to embrace that which we cannot.

To atone for one's sins is to accept the blame for ones wrong doing and as people we are not equipped with this ability. Our egos and our pride prevent ...

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July 15, 2015
 

Can you hear me?

I'm floating here, above you.

Calling,
Shouting,
Pleading.

Please look up, look at me...

I long to hold you again, to see you...but this...this existence.

Heaven is a lie if it keeps me from you...from our family.

Two daughters, one son. And you, my beautiful wife.

The pain of separation is unbearable...it hurts me...

How I long for one last night with you....

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July 15, 2015
 

It's been a long time,
since I've last heard from you.

Paris is beautiful this time of year,
the lights are burning ever so brightly.

the air is filled with joy and the warmth of this summer.

but something is missing,
something feels...vacant..

I miss you,
I need you here.
it's just not the same.

please, write back.
I can't come visit you,
so these letters are all I have.

please....

FRANCE
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