Distracted

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There are a thousand descriptions that are made out for that feeling of nothing. We'll try to spruce it up by slapping titles on it to help us feel better then not knowing our own emotions. It's a dream; what happens when we close our eyes to go to sleep?

Her name today is Pelilah Pond and she sees the world in the Yang (light, male, good with a little bad, white.) Pelilah Pond is a 21 year old Doctor. Young for her age I agree but that's what happens when you have a photograph memory and a dream.

"I can't do this!" "Yes, you can Norah! This baby needs you and we're both going to need you to give us one last push for us, alright?" Pressure mixed with pain can have us crawling back into our weakest spots in life. "Wahh waahh" "Thank you, Dr. Pond." That baby is a miracle, but instead it was only a dream. "Mr. Lock, I'am sorry but due to some complications your wife did not make it while giving birth." Pressures have risen to this point of how she'd tell this new father that he will be raising his first new born alone.

Pelilah pond was a sweet woman who held greater hope in saving a bright young future for planet earth. Although she was not originally from this planet she was happy in healing those that needed her help. In all accounts she's human, she holds no special powers like in the movies. Aliens in this story are just humans from different breathable planets. With that being said there's different worlds of history.

"N-no. This can't be! You bring my wife back you black bitch!"
The waiting room grew quiet and some of my colleagues looked shocked, then pissed.
" Security!" "Hey! Hey! I'll sue your negro ass for everything that you have! Do you understand me." "Mr. Lock you are hurting me! Please release my arm!"

"Security!" My colleague continued to call out.

That night my colleague invited me to her house to have a talk about what exactly went on.

The topic was slavery: I jumped ship because I needed to make room for my future to live on.

The topic was underground railroads: I ran away from my masta because I didn't want to get hung.

The topic was war: I am human and I bleed like you bleed.

The topic was segregation: I am black and I can't be seen in another town after sundown or it's my life.

The topic was "I have a dream":
Fight the power! It's all about love maan! I will not get up!

This went on for the rest of the night. What I didn't understand to what I now know completely changed my views of planet earth.

Dreams can happen at any given time of the day. The thing is that when we close our eyes to go to sleep and all that we see is darkness making us feel like all that we crave is darkness is actual peace.