The Moments in Between: A Novel
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Anthony M. Pesola
I originally started writing as a method of self help. I have a tendency to be quite the emotional person and writing is an incredibly powerful outlet. When I finally trusted someone to read some of the things I've written, they told me I had a fantastic way with words, so I started taking things more seriously. My journals evolved into a personal blog which I plan on turning into a couple unique short stories/short novels. I spend a lot of my free time from work and regular struggle in books and with a pen and with my guitar. I have made it very far with my emotional stability with these forces at hand and am incredibly thrilled to show people they're not alone. My book and hopefully future books hope show people they aren't the only ones who think with such power. They don't have to be scared to open up to people and face consequences because eventually we all do make it with the right amount of effort. You just can't stop trying. It's okay to cry and cry to the people who make it clear they want to be in your life. Trust me. I break down all the time, but I won't give up. Words are how we compose our universe. And it's fascinating. I am a person who believes words are everything. It is what our entire existence is composed of. Language, and only our emotions escape the boundaries of that. It's what fascinates me about these feelings. There are literally indescribable things out there. Where the whole physical universe can be given characters, there are feelings. Jumbles of information which cannot be described. All we can do is hide it under one vague term: love.
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The Moments in Between - Anthony M. Pesola
Copyright © 2015 by Anthony M. Pesola.
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Rev. date: 02/04/2015
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CONTENTS
Five minutes and seventeen seconds
Mirrors
Fated to pretend
Any other night
Waking up
Table monk
Nights with no beginnings
The tea stain
Semi charmed life/Story of a lonely guy
The Oedison bridge
I wasn’t okay
The Purpose of Music
Conflicted interest
The day she left
Coming to/Relapse
Not so new girl/Felicity Belle
The art of making sense
A going away party I wont forget/The seed
How it passes
Going down
At the riverwalk: BIN 221/Reveal
That name/Poor obsession
Stole my pillow, and my heart
As my mind won’t let go of you
Pumpkin carving
Is it horribly humbling?
A purpose unexpected
Stuck in the Dark/Obsessions
I care
It was today
This can’t be how it ends
Not entirely unlike art
I’m nothing special, apparently
The note and the reason
And maybe someday
Affinity for my ambivalence
The voice inside my head
Inspiring Quotes
Inspiring Music
To Dagmara Boczarska
For My Readers
When you lose the one it doesn’t ever really get better. And you never really learn to live with it. You never cope with the pain. The name.
You lose a part of yourself to that person. You never get it back. It doesn’t get better.
Why wouldn’t she just give me a chance?
Give people a chance. There’s enough heartbreak, and you don’t know what you’ll be missing when someone truly cares about you. You could miss out on the journey of a lifetime.
And time is easy to waste, so fill those holes with creativity.
If you’re going to let the thoughts fester, build something out of them.
Become one with them.
It is true: life goes on. But, it’s even more true that life is never quite the same afterwards.
It doesn’t get better than the first, completely unfiltered experience.
Thank you
To Dagmara Boczarska
Never have I had anyone in my life like you
Who has woken me up in so many ways
Taken so much interest in my person
And let me develop my interest in them
And I want to thank you
Each and every day
Even if our only exchange of words is goodnight
Because you deserve, in every moment, to know
How absolutely beautiful you are
How outstanding, fantastic, amazing
In a million little ways and I’m still discovering more
I can barely contain my love for you
I wish with all my being
To have just a little more time with you everyday
You inspire me, and drive me
Conditioning me to be my best for you
And in the few moments I get to look into those eyes
I fall in love each time all over again
Gazing into that rich and working soul
As if the first night we decided to take that chance
And oh how much I will beg
To be with that soul until I take my final breath
I will work for it tirelessly
And give you everything I can to try and deserve it
I will be there for you
Oh so badly it hurts to lie awake at night
Knowing you’re not by my side
The people we build our world with, in the end
Who care for us and love us and work for us
Are going to be the only things of any worth
And I love you more than words can describe
Thank you
For letting me become lost in your eyes
I love you hb
Five minutes and seventeen seconds
Every once in a very long while everything goes quite exactly as planned. This is not that story nor directly concerning the story’s beginning, but the fact is worth mentioning. We’ll come back to this later.
This is, by completely ordinary and convenient circumstances, a story that began in a room.
Coincidentally, the room is not one which quite exactly existed to please the senses, but none the less made the living space of a completely unimportant person of his time. Regardless of his unimportance, this person is directly involved in the events of the coming story and is therefore somewhat but not too important. Anyway, the room:
It existed not so remarkably atop a ballet studio, which itself existed on top of a dentist. Just below that was a tiny convenience shop which went by the name ‘Goods’ in nice squiggly glowing letters just above the advertisement filled windows, on top of which was two smaller shops, a psychic names Estelle and psychologist named Dr. Yvoller Langsworth separated by a thin hall and steep stairwell.
The room was one of four studios at fifth level, none of which had their own bathroom, none the less an individual toilet or a kitchen. All of that was just around the staircase which led to this floor from the back of the building. The people who lived in this building took great attention to getting to know each other very well, as they also shared a front room with a lookout toward the featureless neon littered buildings across the street.
All the more unfortunate, to achieve the staircase in the back one must enter the building from the front’s second door, past the main airlock, up the stairs, through the narrow hall, up a stairwell in the back, through the thin hall down the third floor of the building listing the four rooms of the dental office, and up another reach of stairs which contained a platform at the center for the ballet studio door (this space twice a week was heavily trafficked with little girls who attended ballet classes which the residents began to know rather well), while the entire way along is blocked by frequent doors most of which are inconveniently and unnecessarily weather locked. And the mail boxes were all outside along the left side of the building. The garbage bins were out back.
The room was the second smallest of its floor, just enough space to provide a single, unorganized person’s living.
It masterfully secluded itself within a layer of textured blue paint, done not so much poorly as deliberately over century old drywall. This meshed rather lazily along the off white wall length curtain which hung loosely in attempt to somewhat hide the poorly build window frame cracked from the decades of bland weather, but mostly to keep the cold outside. The front door of the studio rested exactly at the far corner of the room and hung crooked, leaving a large space at the bottom to which conversations seemed to be attracted. Among the fairly simplistic design of the room, a last minute cutout opposite the door made way for a large closet; a professional addition that, in its most gracious of uses, appeared wretched and malformed.
Unobstructed, the farthest one could walk in this room is five and a half meters or so. Just far enough for pacing back and forth, a common practice of the room’s owner.
If any could find enough glum disposition in life to sit just beyond the room’s closet, them few who didn’t suffer instant mind numbing boredom find a clear view of most of the entire room. This is not widely practiced. Mind the warning.
With the same hazard, one must realize that from this seat the left bottom corner of the room is not visible. This is due to a demure mattress of the cleverly inexpensive yet remarkably comfortable kind. A long lumpy patterned piece of furniture looming in a dusty haze, partially covered in a dull blue sheet which sat poorly folded on top of a better folded off white colored blanket designed of coarse wools and a lace seam. On the more used half of this luxury posed a crooked and naked chalk white pillow with a small tear in its weathering center. An object with only a tad bit more use to the novel, partly because there is an adorable cat on it (a cat named Blue in a tight cuddle with her own hind legs), but mostly because it has a tea stain from a very wonderful party which was very much enjoyed even after the tea spilled there. This party will not be further mentioned directly, but events within the party have affected relationships which will be demonstrated further in the book.
The room’s musty yellow hue which suspiciously shrouded a majority of the larger cobwebs originated from the poor choice of a