She connected the dots. Finally,  at long last, her wistful dream is not impossible anymore. Oh,  she can’t wait any longer. No more. Her fantasies will hunt her mind and not be true anymore. ever since she is separated from them.ever since she was left in the dark for, oh, so very long. She packed up her things, taking the road each step, getting closer to her dreams from loud torture screams to silence with each passing minute, taking the road until finally she made it, standing on top of the mountain of bodies, giving her best victories. gleeful smile, she finally won

Time Separated Connected in spirit Intuitive mind

That’s it. I’ve ruined it. We used to all be connected by our hearts. We shared our story’s and bonded over bad parents, our love for reading and everything in between.. but then I had to go and ruin everything. Now we’re all separated. Anna left after I yelled at her. Liam and Isa didn’t see the point in staying, the mission was over, we were done. But what hurt me the most was realizing how wrong I was. Because after everyone else left, Davids gleeful smile told me what he had never said. I shouldn’t have lost faith, love, trust in Anna. I shouldn’t have snapped at her. I should have snapped him.

Everything happened in an instant. It was like one moment we were connected and then the next we weren’t. I can’t understand why he would even think that being separated from each other would be a good idea. That’s when she happened, oh how I despise her very existence. She just had to walk up to him with this gleeful, ugly ass smile and speak to him in such a way that made him cave. He was a weak man anyways, a waitress could bat her eyelashes and he would hand over his wallet. Pathetic, absolutely pathetic that man. As soon as I leave he will come crawling back, begging me to forgive him and only then will he understand that he burned that bridge.

Sammy Smalls was gleeful.

Sammy Smalls was absolutely ecstatic as she danced around her small room, an acceptance letter clutched protectively to her chest. Because it had happened. it had actually happened. she had gotten in to the school of her dreams. she had actually gotten into the school her late father had gone too. The father she had never gotten to know. And though it might be hard to be separated from the family she had left; She couldn’t help but hold tight too yet another way be connected with the father she had idolized her entire life. Even if he had been dead long before she could remember.

She would make him proud.

A severed man, connected by a ghost that he hid inside.

Separated from the rest, he will watch them die.

His arms are his legs, and his legs are his hands. His hands hold his eyes, on his pupils he’ll stand.

He sees them walk, over him on right feet. He sees them walk, but he can’t bend his knees.

The man tries to talk, but the people, they leave.

The man tries to live, but his life starts to flee.

The mouth on his chest, spreads it’s lips gleefully.

This man tilts his head, starts to laugh and then screams.

Lucas and Lucy, or as they were otherwise known, the two Lu’s, were connected from birth. Or at least, that’s what everyone believed, because they were twins. But when they were separated during the war, they felt no difference in their lives whatsoever, apart from the immediate persecution they were having to suffer. Lucas was immediately sent to work at a construction site, where he would load and unload construction supplies everyday, while Lucy at the seamstress’ would darn and mend the stockings and dresses and pretty skirts of those ladies who could afford to have them mended by the menial labourers. During that time, all they were concerned about was filling their own bellies, a responsibility each had to bear alone, since Father was still fighting in the war (though neither knew what the point of all that fighting really was) and Mother had died of typhus two years ago (god bless her soul), right before the twins had been separated. So it was quite understandable that when the time came when they were both set free (incidentally on the same day), their twin was a mere afterthought, a dull reminder of a past before the dark times they had lived through, overshadowed by the glee of freedom.

Lucas was the first of the two to pass on to a better world, and he died as he had lived, a plain man with paltry belongings, but many people who loved him. This paled in comparison to his twin, Lucy, who had married well to become a rich and elegant society lady, untouched by her past trauma. Nevertheless, when she received the news about the funeral for the brother she hadn’t seen for thirty years, she wore her best black gown and expression of sadness (though the death made no difference to her perfect life) and went as one of the mourners. And though a practical, healthy woman in the prime of life, she felt that there was some truth to the old wives’ tale about twins, because when her twin brother was buried, she thought he took some part of her with him, into the cold, damp soil.

We were once connected, And for a long while, we couldn’t consider being separated. We slowly faded, we never resonated. But in the end all were gleeful.

We had been connected at the hip since childhood, Jim and I, that is.

As thick as thieves and twice as mischievous; always planning, always, plotting, always pulling pranks.

Came with the territory; what with both of us having a set of parents with workaholic tendencies and their own prosperous businesses.

We had to fine solace in something and to us, that had been each other.

Too bad our parents could only see a possible marraige of confidence between two families.

Too bad them, they didn’t realize Jim was gay and I would do anything for him; even marry him if he asked me too.

To bad that they didn’t read over the marriage contract they had had their lawyers draw and didn’t catch the loophole.

Too bad that they didn’t read that the contract only stipulated marriage and a heir pass on the companyies; that it had stipulated nothing about getting a divorce.

So after the marriage; after the companies were signed over to us respectively and after I have given birth to our son - conceived through IVF - we separated.

It was truly a gleeful sight to behold; our parentsfury about being pranked once again with our greatest “FU” prank of them all.

Do you remember back, oh my, 20+ years ago? Back in college, all that crazy fun? And the drama, that was there as well. We were so connected back then.

But we aged, and moved on, as people do. New lives, new interests, new paths. Some for the better, some for worse. We were separated.

But we reached out, decided to meet up again. So gleeful, as if nothing had really changed!!