someone whose father had died after a long illness,

"...often when writing something out here, I feel this dailylife to be so superficial..." ventured the goblin before continuing "...and perhaps it is madness on my part to talk to one's ghosts of the past like this, when every logical reason tells me I am clearly alone just looking at this slot knowing that the others are apart from me as in elsewhere, that my son is in the next room, my wife is in the kitchen, my daughter is having a night out with friends, and my parents are abroad, but anyone looking from space might laugh at my statement saying "of course your son is with you he is next door isn't he, and your wife is only in the kitchen after all, just each one is such a short distance from you goblin"...", the goblin paused for a moment to bridge it to himself before continuing "...so perhaps, those terms of near and far are just wherever we decide our loved ones both living and dead to be, and perhaps too, physically I am indeed alone here facing this slot like this, but I am often talking to my long gone ghosts in this present moment, no nothing odd with that then, just this dailylife continues apace without them physically  next to me, true indeed, but that's still no reason to draw some silly dividing line those on the shore of one's beach and those in the water, where the encroaching tide has been our shared fate all along, so no, there's no division where my feelings are concerned, for they're just waiting for me to join them in that water there..."

Reviews

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For me this writing have nice mood with playing with words. I don't get too much meaning but that's okay . I don't have to get e erything. I feel like it will be good reading when I travelling lonely at train.

[fleamailman]

"...thanks, it's hard to think of my relatives in heaven when they feel like they're next door still..." replied the goblin in the evening darkness, then adding "...I'm going to look at your writings now, no I'm useless as far as judging works go, for I'm no judge nor educator, but at least I can tell you whether your work was "pulling", which I feel to be a more honest benchmark, so befriend me, PM me too, I love chatting..."

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Once time I had dream like my relatives who are death. They calling me on my phone. Even they are death I feel they more alive then me. I love when people react on my,writing g with honesty. It's always more pleasant then oh my god you are great poet etc. You can anytime give me message when you want chat. It's quiet ages when I have chat with someone here. All my friends left this place.

[fleamailman]

"...the older you get chances are the more you'll dream of the dead too..." smiled the goblin who had no shame in admitting that he talked to the dead at times, before continuing "...moreover, when I dream is when they seem to return, and the more I write the more dreams seems to come alive in a feedback loop between my pen and my brain, where "what one writes writes one back", where people who don't write have memories but where those who write prolifically go passed that stage and have ghosts pure and simple, just something one has to live with, you'll see..."

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There is that old saying. We are living in dreams and we finally wake in our death.

[fleamailman]

"...yes at time one needs death to remind one of one's priorities..." mused the goblin, adding "...where life was ever a "journey to death" anyway, but just perhaps one can change that for a "journey to self" instead, where the question is not if one dies but if one can find one's final self prior to that death there, where if I am not my external then what am I, and where if I keep on posting how can I not see myself by it...",

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I think when I was 12 years old. I was realize one day I gonna die. It's really scared me and still does. Most of the time I forgetting about death. But there is moments when my,thoughts about death are back. I think what's more scare me it's this big unknown what really happen and how,it will be,different it will be some,continuing of my journey. Still I just don't known.

[fleamailman]

"...at my age my death isn't far off I guess, but my wife's cancer means that understandably I would like to see her out first..." smiled the goblin on a low cloud day that would become sunny shortly, then adding "...feel free to PM me, I'm good at listening..."

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I can say,any age is close to the death. My cousin day at 24 on over dose of drugs. His family don't tell us until he,died. So I miss my oportunity to say to good bye,to him. When my,grandparents died I was,wondering in Scotland and cannot make back on the time. Now I am living over,sea and don't know when I gonna,see my,sister. So it's looks like experience of,death always,pass me or I just try,to avoided .anyway I wish for your wife ahe,will still have lot of reasons,to smile. In my family we have 2 cases of cancern it was always painful .I really,wish to you best .

[fleamailman]

"...true, no one has any more life than anyone else, but the older you get the more people around you seem to die, not true really as people are dying all the time perhaps, just the old gather together due to their age in old age homes and they're the ones that die together it seems, think of old age homes as merlin's caves if you like, somewhere where one walks in perhaps but where one is carried out..."

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I am volunteering in one home for old aged people. What I find there people are incredibly lonely even they have people sane age around. It's quiet sad place but each home,for older is,difgirent. When you are old your energy is on low level. So I guess you accept your death more easy then when you are on the top of your power.

[fleamailman]

"...to be placed in an old age home is a bit of a death sentence really, where I suspect that nobody wants to be in one but that those inside feel either it's too dangerous or too difficult to remain outside, plus there's a feeling of abandonment, or at least that is what I noticed both from my mother's time there, and from the old age home next door to where I live now...", in fact, the coffee shop management of the old age home was often changing, simply for all its convenient settling and economic food, people still knew it was an old age home really and shunned it

[Davidgeo]

Ugh... I see you're still stuck on that "third person faux profundity" gimmick.

Remember way back, when we used to interact on the message boards? You used to brag about how many people read you and all the views you were getting, blah, blah, blah... and I would call out your bullshit and explain to you how marrying yourself to a single gimmick only works if you're NOT spewing cliched and rehashed intellectual crap? Do you remember that? Yeah... you should've taken my advice then... and it's not too late now. Try something different, don't be afraid of new styles of writing. What you are currently doing is not inherently creative; and regurgitating tired philosophy comes off as kinda stupid very quickly if you just keep presenting the same form over and over and over ad nauseum. Try and grow as a writer instead of wallowing like a stubborn jack a*s in a tired, boring and cliched presentation. Do you seriously think you're the first and only person to write freestyle in the third person? You're clinging to something that isn't worth clinging too... I know that you're a person who brags about his "hit counts" and "views" (you've mentioned it to me many times) - take my advice and try something new. It will help you fulfill that need you have to be "read" and "viewed".

[fleamailman]

"...no thanks, I'm really happy with this writing style, I mean it's half a million reads shortly, where you haven't linked me what you have by way of alternative, no I thank your for your conjecture, but it's like painting, you read this and you know it's me by it, all painters use this gimmick as you call it, that's the way you recognize the painter straight off..." mentioned the goblin adding "...btw if I did write normally I wouldn't use this username, nor this writing style now would I, so you'll never know if I haven't found out already that your conjecture form my own experience doesn't bare fruit...", and with the goblin just thanked poet for reminding him of old times again

[Davidgeo]

If you're happy doing what you do there's not a damn thing wrong with that.

[fleamailman]

"...thanks, and thanks for the friendship request poet, which I have accepted much like the other times too..." smiled the goblin adding "...alas writerscafe isn't a forum, so I treat it more like a staging house, a storeroom, somewhere to create posts upon before they get posted to the wider audience of the forums themselves, but you know all this by now..."