Seven Five Four

By Dee D. G.

Its Curiosity & what happens if you think outside the Box ,
by walking into the unknown, Yet when you touch the darkness without fear.

As For this Person who's an busy bee, Running away from its lifely duties,
by hiding from the past to delete the present to discover how to deil with tasks at Hand, By saying Four Words only....

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: May 12, 2016
• ISBN: 9781514465370

Dee D. G.

Who Am I & what I See is in the eyes of an other in your opinion, I might like the fact because to see an line and create beyond the cover of a person is to read around the Subtext. My Inspiration came from dreaming to discover my steps backwards to understand by Creative & Academic minds into one. As For me I enjoy the worlds Craziness with the GOOD or BAD, I love Art & how its in many different forms, Yet I've Hated who own scientific & technology takes yrs to perfect. Almost like having £1 to 1 Million in seconds, so if your Lucky to be in the few Born Rich or Labels, then the World is your Oyster. Yet Sadly in my case you have to follow the long way round & be used to WIN!

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Copyright © 2015 by DEE D. G.

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At the

Ending’s

It’s Only the

Start’s

But the

Middle’s

Of every think as know….

by DEE D. G.

Looking

is not really,

Seeing

you need to,

Open

you free your,

Mind

to understand the

Truth.

By DEE D. G.

Gazing at the stars as it approaches their bed time, whiles they individually slowly dimming down to cover themselves with the soft cotton air clouds ready for dawn. Seconds Later, I to discovered my own person deep tranced sleeping directly under the sky on the roof top. Yet an overwelling sensation of fulling hit to bang me back on top of my king size fortress water bed, to meet an vibration swepping over my body, stubbornly trying its up most best to awaken me, to once more falling miserably.

Now I felt an mass energy ora knocking-bouncing off walls moving to adamantly searching for it holder or surface to lay.

The approprite act was to walk up immediately yet observely the premises to subborn bitch mood before coffee was set to scream and attack on high volume, nevertheless my curiosity was greater too, any how it made me feel sky high floating - cutting throw nine layers of cloud, literally forcing me to an point of opening my eyes, for an glorius insight view of two toned bricks droplets dancing, around me. Funnily enough they were dodging me with every drop, whiles blinking 100 times to an second, so to speck, due being afraid face the reality of the living, from the novel I happen to finally finished, just hours ago.

Allowing freewill to take over, whiles knowing ill be facing an lost, so I adamantly went for the kill by walking into an fighting battle to sleep or not. Guess what my curiosity won and Dam it thinking I would be standing up right fully dressed was an understament, because afterall I was on the roof warm but cold with my book….

NOPE, Now all I saw were my two toned blue sparking eyes, preening back off the black mirrored selling, crap I looked like death, almost an zombie look a like, risen from its coffin, on the brow for brains in the middle of night, only desiring mouth watering brains. So I knew an tall glass of fresh water, and black coffee with an bitter sweet golden green apple would magical make me, Me…..

Laying there unable to move in my bed all I could do was look at my reflection, whiles thinking back on everythink form the past few years I had no idea why four the life of me now or then, you see the women inside had come out and she was fare more beautiful and clever then skin coating out that face the world now. Which made it hard to look at the mirror and not lose it, I could not understand why the hell was the past few years was an roller coaster ride with lots of defaults in both turns of good or bad results, with each month sleep became yet an distance memory of dreaming as it slowly start to deleting my peacefulness from my hard drive. Somehow still keeping my heart warming smile too….

Bad enough the feeling of losing myself felt so dangerously too intoxicating, to only see red hot lavar flames, were my impulsive reaction created flames filling me within. Due to incurable knowing millions but just simply not having nobody to turn, hurt me beyond believe, therefore each awaking moment feat as if an deep shape dagger wound stabbing into my body deeper, yet fuller until out piercing from the other side of the body, through seven layers of skin. Finally ending up on 10ft away wall behind, which then perfectly hits the centre on the poster, achieving 100%.

Ironically the urge was far greater to having uncontrollable anger, vibrated all of my person with my impulsiveness to be beyond belive to be socked and by locking my every fibre to wear an permanent porcelain stone clear painted smile Mask. to demolishment to be under contral and behave to prorating by owning an hidden identity to the worlds outer glass. Whiles the sensation of demolishment is greater yet it hits fast by slowly dimming my light, by no time from pure white to charcoal darkness than attacking the whole well Being to finally losing….

Lucky for me sleep-walking dated back since by childhood, so I am no longer shocked with unexpected events when waken, should not be confused by morning dawn. Evidently here I am once more, it was an dilemma of epidemic hit. Then again melodramatic events occurring during obscene moments as all my senses became alerted, making it intoxicating to handle, from cold sweats too deep cuts bleeding to broken bones with limbs to severe aches with black-purple bruises matching. The weirdness arose when how realistic it all felt, remembering from my luxurious deluxe waterbed, as the memory forum curving my body whiles finishing off final the 754 novel’s.

Horrifying my dreams seemed to disturbing for me nowadays and occurred 24-7….

Motionless In bed, Stanley four cold metal cufflinks locked still, my wristed and ankles whiles the duvet covers meet half way yet I’m in my silk blue lace dress PJs. Screaming aimlessly trying to wriggle out from the situation, from the bed rigorously started rocking back-forth, yet the force was not enough to push me off, but to shake me until I wake up. Obviously to my recognition there was nothing nor different in my surroundings too.

Yet the ceiling was far too bright to be middle of night or so I thought, terrified my voice went highly pitchy to loud, yet no noise, just like in black-white films. Which led to me crying upon fighting with both my conscience to awake the sub side to snap out of it, whiles slowly relaxing I was faced with an beautiful mature young woman standing at the rim of the bed with both artistically styled petite hands over, whiles softly smiling trying to stop the shaking, whiles wearing the similar dress too.

Realizing what I wanted to snap out, but clearly I had to let go of my stubbornness permitted movements to take its course to run with the situation, slowly freeing my body to deal with the outcome later. The woman oddly looked familiar, I couldn’t put my finger on it understand whom, yet one careful operation it hit me, O My Gosh, I’m her at present or she me now but thousand times happier, yet filled with wisdom beyond years, from her eyes alone to merged out of posture too.

Even my sense of style looked dominant to arty, I was imprinted with long brayed ginger hair wth perfect figure to die for with skin clear as snow, then tattoos & piercings which matched.

Unjustifiably crazy by action win to talking over, then started talking to me now and future self in the present, by questioning as answered to resolve them conclusions. The term you can look but not see, now became much clearer too, oddly they were all answered, to achieve her end results. I had no identification on the conversation, yet it enables me 48 hours of sleep, like an baby immediately. As if I was my own Psychologist deleting my worries, but outer body experiences never managed to be this severely painful to exhorting before. Hearing my bellies alarm ringing I jumped up thinking still in my PJs, but clearly not.

Once again I must have been sleep walking to an instance, opening my eyes whiles standing up right with no recognition to by surprise, I was directly facing the intricately timeless mirror to escape mode from the situation or scenario which faced me in three days or so….

Instantaneously an burning tingling of fire to flames started to erase from my vision to see red recognising I was about to blow, but not knowing why. Yet I could not be bothered to open the drapes, probably coz I did not wish unexpected guesses of per’s to knock for me, with an family without boundaries for one another. So looking down the floor I could not more and yet viewing up all I could define was my two toned blue eyes sparking as unimaginable expression swapped across of outrage on the mirrors as my reflection quickly channelled an mode. Yet I knew my time bomb personality which was very intricately designed was ready to eloquent allowing its trimmer to start by only having infinite amounts of time. Always frighten for whom or what was standing in front of me, acting its victims with my first to kill, to the end all.

Once its set the metterformassie transformed in my core to an powerful-tranquil phoenix Being, to my astonishment

I was fully kitted and booted with slap on, yet my feet were so ice cold, despite wearing thick royal blue socks, the marble stone black floors were frozen, which they shouldn’t have been, so-to-speak. The sliver tattoo or so called Mirror we were now face to face, for me it the sentimental value was far too great and it history too.

From fare back I can recall, my only wish was for tattoo to talk and tell me stories on what it saw throughout time itself. Desiring to stand closer, but I was locked frozen now, my only abilities were blinking, yet my piercing through an dark fog silhouette which looked like an mastermind character, stronger-clever as if is waiting for the next victim to demolish.

Yet the object stud Smokey creepy as had an ghost disposition to having an stone cold sober core to channel my happiness, matter off minters I started fighting sparks spinning around me going in threes from bottom, to off the top of my head, wanting to scream with zero sound, then again within 100 meters radius for no per to hear, so why was against me and It.

Resuming towards my willpower to pace from deleted greed, with each dawn, stetted off our planet towards the sun during the light to dark, moon as it slowly cried millions of stars to were untold stories which should have lock, even I send my wishes to an start forever more.

Now acknowledging circumstance under the sun an realisation trucks did my fishing twin compress me from all the insincerity, so once an ultimatum hits your path it’s an absolute route to review by not running, yet to expect the scenario and making the best of what is at hand, because when fish hits the fan whiles unstable and given royal important duties to ticking time bomb goals.

My glass was 90% full to over flowing to cracking point, fortunately I could not