Mercury: The Boy Who Lived

By Castello Gilbert

Will you believe me if I told you I died and I made my memory without the thought of the person I would find? Hello, everyone. My name is Castello Tyroy Gilbert. Some pronounce it as Costello, but it’s still the same to me. My family prefers to call me Kevin since it sounds like heaven. I was the first boy in my family that realized I had enemies. I stated this once before in a previous book. My journey from Jamaica only allowed me to adapt to the same culture, to have each step being forgiven like falling out of a tree that grew to the height of thirteen feet. I was only three and a half when I bled. Watch the news. I even think they had my head in a tornado of amusement. At that time, I was only imagining the distance for it to be a testimony of my life, trying to break away from each tournament of a boy’s tormented mind. Writing and solving problems, a monkey had my mind. It was something I always wanted to do. It was one of my favorite things, having been created in school. Out of that same culture, I found structure-like circuits hardwiring itself to be led. Without the ability to pronounce itself or the abilities of speech, my fingertips speaks. Identifying with so many things, it appears as a sociopath, coming to find my mind entwined with the things they needed to achieve. As a little boy, I was very inquisitive about nature, creation, education, and the teachers found in this novel. I won’t lie to you. It was a very self-proclaimed book about things that have happened and things that had been forgotten, which allowed me to understand my own life and others who rectify themselves from being abused.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 18, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796040630

Castello Gilbert

Castello Gilbert I guys thanks for allowing me to share some of the adventures of the mind. It brings me great pleasure to tell some of the rhetoric nonfiction to fiction events taken place, with stories like. The wait or Dying to live; they were all just the beginning Mercury kind of put the icing on the cake. In this one particular book The Unknown I went by the name Thalamus; the name thalamus deals with a certain part of the brains that allows the conscious mind to be visual. I found great pleasure being an author; with each accomplishment I strive to do better capturing the essence of storytelling. By doing so, the use of figures of speech and a compositional writing gave me the opportunity to explore my mind. It would one day allow you to discover the person we hold so dearly, by demonstrate the uncertainties in the things we feel. My experiences were based off of a certain criteria, in each troubled relationship notated as a fable being conducted, as self awareness notated by being able to talk, for each portraits of my life. It was as if the adjustment was being tied to an umbilical cord, each love that did not seem to be enough. My books were mostly clothes that kept me up, giving you its documentation of my soul, like a triangle being a noble prize base off of the truth not being characterized; like a model off of his or her stature I decide to write. Compared to anyone else that decide they wanted some type of steps to follow I categorize by putting myself in this novel. In this book (the unknown) it became more of vision than a story being told; not just about me, but the life I chose to live. To see it as someone that did not know their own expectation to have or to set forth to hear the truth, it would have only allowed me to manage the things I wanted to do. I guess it was my most precious thoughts holding my heart dear to you; with that. It left the unknown as something heavily waited on. It made me look in at my life as being someone, or somewhat of working art. I was being looked at as the momentum and how driven I was, to accomplish a story, leaving each one of my book I decide just to give you a brief introduction on the things it took. It became more of a pessimistic idea. So many expectations of love, and death in the things you do I guess it was something I wanted you to choose. In this one particular book; in all I had to let someone in on all of my mysteries, the haunted feeling of sleeping all alone and hearing the conscious think on its own. It wasn’t something for me to fight; a feeling living on the inside not knowing your own mind; one day I said, you’re going to discover the truth in the things they use to get inside of you, fighting the divine portraying the ideas of who we are as humankind. I left the unknown to be defined; by your own thoughts and mines. Welcome to the unknown the mind of no one but someone I brought home.

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CONTENTS

About the Author

Mercury

Mercury at a distant

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Do you believe me I died and made my memory mines without the thought of the person I would find; hello everyone. My name is Castello Tyroy Gilbert, some pronounce it as Costello; but it’s still the same to me. My family preferably calls me Kevin suitable of having it to fit heaven. I was the first boy in my family that realized I had enemies I stated once before in a previous book written. My journey from Jamaica was only allowing me to adapt to the same culture of living. The dreary steps of being battered and bruised, and then to have each step being glued, like falling out of tree that grew to the height of seeing its roots desist, 13teen feet I was only three and a half when I bled; watch the news I even think they had my head in a tornado of an idea of being amused. At that time I was only imagining the distance I had within my mind, for it to be a testimony of my life trying to break away from each tournament of a boy’s tormented mind. Writing solving problems a monkey had my mind; it was something I always wanted to do. It was one of my favorite thing in having being created in school, out of that same culture I found structure like circuits hardwiring itself to be led, without the ability to see pronouncing itself of having the abilities of speech; my figure tips speaks. Identifying so many things it sees as a sociopath coming to find my mind entwined with the things they needed to achieve. As a little boy I was very inquisitive about nature creation education and teachers I found myself in this novel; I won’t lie to you. It was a very self proclaim book being written about things that have happened and the things that had been forgotten In which it allowed me to understand my own life and others who rectify themselves as the one being abused.

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It would have been a boy standing there

speaking on each fear; but a girl appeared

to be the one that could hear.

MERCURY

It was to believe; those that follow my soul would have the expectation of growing old. But still be young to feel; I was only a hundred and forty before my story was told.

It was the year of 1978, the Babylonian time of having a mate. It made each name appeared to be a date to remember, towards a Childs life being one of the contenders. A miracle of life; a star begins to shine its light to be guided by an Olympians life; it was by then; I alone was allowing the ones that were close to witness the drought coming from the pavilion next to the shore. It was a pivot point in life where each direction would have given you a glimpse of my life. For being that close, it would have only been a story to witness, for life becoming the expectation of his distance, in the unknown. At that point in my life, being place as that individual guided by light; to see the calculation of its time and the coordinates of his mind. Would have only given the eye a memory in time to adapt to its life; I was a contender to know, connected to each individual showing only a feeling of a life of gold. It was to believe the accomplishment alone was giving the people a chance to see each feelings of the eclipse being a lunar alone or how did he exists; but by then. It was only allowing us to see each gift concurrent to its ways, that each thought made into a heart appeared to be; a part of his ways. Learning how to behave; it was a sense of healing and caring, it not only allowed those that knew his life but it gave them a chance to see how he was being developed. I realized to understand him, was a trail an error of finding his life in the amazement of taking shape; to each and every living thing taken place. It was the time throughout the arrival that his achievements, became the grievance being left; the animals, the wilderness and even his scent. It was the coldest of winter to find each snow flake to be the aurora, dropping out of its aroma or a blessing being bestowed upon somewhat of a lunar; expanding its sight. It was by making his way out of his journey. In which he would become established for the thoughts of having a family. The picking of a watermelon to the anarchy of a woman; that light shines through. It was late May; the earliest part of June, leaving July to be the outcome of giving birth to you. That made each event somewhat of a date to remember. For the expectation of each contender that has a record set forth for sail; to see not only for the formalization of his faith to have happened. A northern star began governing, and waiting for the anticipation of his faith to arrive. Being born would have only brought others into a world of creating demise; in a life that now seems to be their own lies. Learning about the achievement that now seems to be their grievance of the people being limited to a life once visited.

I started living off of each installment of having to comprehend; the feelings of being alive for the ones that now realized. I was now dead, internally being fed; it was a test of counteracting the things to believe, and rationalizing it from the things being seen. To only to believe; I was no more than creation itself, being adapted to its means to be seen; this was a dementia happening, a dimension forming. Coming from a place far away but still being guided, as being a date to remember; I survived. I was being looked after out in the wild being guarded by a mother I made her smile; I’m alive. I gave her a stern look, which seems to have its meeting with the eyes being overlooked at times; I made her blink. This was the only way I knew how to hide by making her believe I was dormant on the inside. It would have only brought those who were far away close to feel captivated by the expectation of becoming my soul; a chariot waits. A girl has her date; the gift of having two entities to decide the outcome on life to achieve the things it would take to become husband and wife; while allowing their faith to arrive. It was a date to remember, a feeling of late September. I think it was the people who call this their home. Made me think of how close they were becoming to the unknown; leaving the expectation only to adapt to them. Left my brains expose to each climate of it being unfit for anyone else to control; I was now one of them, witnessing a star reaching earth for the very first time.

It made each gem appeared to be nothing but dirt "hard to find; a girl that likes mines’’ from so far away she was the reflection of the gem; that we see today. A blood cocooned, alienating its uses from the things we would need from it to do. It was a reminder of mines in a place once lived, and been a witness too. It was in which of having my strength of finding it, that I started to communicate. It left me with each idea in having the fulfillment of having to reach a planet, which I can now find, fit to see to feast in all its glory. Which each heart appeared to be each gem of having its strength. It left a story of earth, for the installment of having it to be red; like ruby. The idea in the disagreement of so many colors being left, made each traces of its raindrops visible to where ever light was felt, leaving it as a display of how far we were away. To have it only to remind me of a part of a star, paving its way. Like a river bed that gathers its heads to find its strength in a day of being alert to its sense. That each step it would take to taste a drop of water, was a reason to flourish and cherish out of its order, of being guarded or fed; in having its strength alone. It was a dark time, a place where no one would leave their minds alone; this would have been the only adaptation of coming out of each source. It was only allowing the outcome where we both would see some kind of divorce. Which this would be a crossing time of each galaxy where there was no one left to find.

I started formalizing my habits and my perimeter to find the one that was inquiring to reach their thoughts of being a suitor for each life that was being protruded from each vine; to see it as an achievement to have, it was becoming something I needed to find. For whatever investment that was becoming of a rewarded of a life to perform; I was no longer alone on finding my soul to be the reward of its source of growing old, while being out in the open. It was in having us together; that the moment we touch, for it to be a memory to inspire out of lust. In which it became a desire of so many that had witness, a lion’s mistress, on how she feast along the playing field. To how strong can one be when making their family the boundaries of so many that believe? That a soul is not only mold but a thought is only allowing it to see it’s self to be its strength alone; or being controlled by the body we now have today. It was a mistletoe, out of each store where life was plentiful in the one that you would adore. A vine giving a twinkle of its feather for its attire; they were sensing us, a glimmer that shines; in the desire to reach its sculpture of its mind. A divine of her features the divinity that multiplied my mind on becoming its features of its kind. Out of lust that I became known; it was a spark that happened throughout the fulfillment of growing old. Time spent love lost while being alone to find, how did she appeared to have my heart; did I reach your mind is it the divine or the vine that you needed to find.

I realize it was them, the prosperity of being a suitor to be; for it alone was allowing my mind to succeed to reach the things it perceived it could be. But this world was becoming something out of the individual that lived to reach their adaptation. I began to see it as an achievement to reach each thought of being loved or finding myself being his creation, and then to notice her as a dove being mistreated out of her ways of being loved. In which I found myself chasing after her needs carefully in a breeze. To believe this would be the love that I need to allow myself to read the things she perceived; I was only holding her up. That I started to feed off of the things, a wife often hears, while alone in the dark, having a stranger to hear; to find their needs met. Not knowing anyone else, the awkwardness of her senses the awareness to defend; left alone in the comfort to compare as it being the end. It was awkward at times to be her line, a boundary to cross only to realize this life was not mine. To be the only one that knows to see wright through her fears, in the demise in having someone else that seems to care; it was my site to have her to be aware of the people that came close in having her soul, to believe. Love is just the overwhelming affection of time growing old. To the support, to how well you’re being grown. That a branch from a tree extends a vine that has the nourishment and the notion of understanding the things coming from her mind.

Love was only being bestowed upon the one that was in need of having others to believe; by having creation to be the design. Birth was only the accomplishment of following the mind; being the only adaptation of a vine. That life seeps into the world to perceive at times, allowing me to reach the adaption of the HUMAN HEART KIND of some sort of life to believe not only within ourselves, but each breath in which has life left, hard to find or becoming a heart that resembles mines. The pulsation of it was becoming plentiful where each rain drop was felt; it was establishing itself not only for the help, but also for others and me to understand its strength. Realizing the entire fulfillment I had to find; given that each planet has left a vine, which had to be found; mines, was within my mind. A record of where it was going. It was the control that made it to be told, to notice a life that thrives off of every living thing it likes. But we create the establishment in others to find ourselves being its demise. To see it as, giving power to a machine a plug to its needs, deciding its wealth in its adaptation of its means. That lives to breathe each air to achieve each stone towards its goals; death was no longer alone. Again I stated; it brought the animals near that sense their will to achieve men’s fear. Men still on his quest to find life at its best, comparing to those that have nothing left. I realize who I was, that. I was learning at the time when I started to question everything that was left to be the creation of our entire existence.

That my persistence in reaching civilization was each latter, formulizing it’s self on becoming better. Regards to each letters forming its perimeter, my establishment of being alpha was only in the distance of having my perimeter felt. The only warning signs of sound in having me around. To how far we would go to distinguish our souls; believing that death was only to distinguish each threat of forming each sound coming from a known planet submerged within its self. Something very profound was happening, developing its feeling. Let alone to believe the interoperation of being real enough for you to feel. It was coming into existence emerging from air; leaving me to question? How far could we have reached when the ER left me brief, to see the only star; was earth. Internally I began to believe, and heal the things I could not see but feel. I started distinguishing myself from those that did not know how to speak. I was questioning my own theories who I was. That a boy who took upon the ways of becoming a man, began moving and seeing the things that were apparent for him to understand. By having those that believed he would have reached his own height to achieve the things he needs, to call it; his goals for others to reach. For not only to believe in the things we often face alone; was the paradoxes in the unknown. I couldn’t quite understand how to make it in a world where the adaptation is the communication of speech.

It made me question the only existence on being known I started to establish myself while being alone. My thoughts were unraveling about creation itself; the thoughts in having a family. Hearing anything that might bring the closeness in having someone to hear; was only the expectation of knowing someone was there. To know the sounds that I was hearing; wasn’t the noises in a distance that brought us close. The thought of anything coming out of the distance was the warning sign of an animal that knows; that its hair and its nose appears to know its fears weren’t alone. It goes, someone is here; arm me. That a barrier appears, as if sound! Was being created for them to hear and have the understanding of air. I started listening out for the slightest motion; to hear something. That would make me think about the arrival as de opposing threat coming into earth’s hemisphere, as something that we all needed to hear. Placing myself has that one individual that can calculate you for the life we once lived; to think the years that past; did they ever made it? Being so far away to realize the one that made us, gave us peace to see. Listening from a planet, that the disturbance became; what do you believe? By having the existence that sounds was something being gathered. To realize, something else is here that is very profound; that can gather thoughts even my heart. It was making anyone question who they are to the existence of being known.

To realize the things that they seem to believe was no more than a thought in having a machine. A collector of thoughts, dream decision things we inspire ourselves to be. By then making sense of things was no more apparent enough to see how far in a life we have reached. We were no more than just humans to understand the ambition of needs itself, the thoughts of success in knowing the things to achieve or the feeling of asking for help. To believe; it’s not a supernatural ability but the things that comes with being free. Living in a world that’s governed by machines the colluder of not being able to see and feel. Becomes the main purpose of understanding; who are you to me. Leaving me with my compulsive behavior of thoughts; internally being questioned of its parts. For its heart being the achievement, to feel its meaning of it being real enough for you to believe. Does it have a heart; is there anyone else here that can feel its part? I began