Calling all angels

Here I am on Terry's wireless, writing in my blog. There he sits, playing a video game on my mobile, and assuming I am listening to him speak about this and that. He assumes that I am answering an email, because it was my intention at first, even though I am sore and extremely sleepy at the moment. (I am a brat and brats do "Brat" things, yea?)

He says, "Victor seems so fun, Cher. I really laugh about "The International Dorks Society", or however he named it! (I look up and give him a smile as he goes on... ) Haha, could you imagine he and I going around in my car; 2 dorks, as you would say, Cher, trying to be cool!" Haha! I already like him so much!"

From there, my thoughts drift and the sound of Terry's voice fades within them.

"Even though it is said that eyes are the mirrors of the soul ...
... there is so much more to find behind yours!"

And a reply by another:

"If you find that the eyes mirror that which is in the soul, than how is it you cannot see the beautiful heart that you left broken inside? If one truly sees that which is hidden within, would he not cherish the soul for yet another story to be told? And would he not want to be in that story, to share the passions that are afire within those eyes? To push aside the love of a beautiful woman for ones selfish desires is to cast aside a lifetime of happiness. You don't know what you have until it is gone. I pity you, for I will never know that feeling. "

I am going to say a prayer when I am done here. I am going to pray for so much.

... again, hopefully my prayers will be heard.

Hugs,
Me