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The Pitfall Of Emotional Pain Joe Vojt Copyright 2015
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Copyright:  Jan 11, 2015
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Kevinís mind had become a part of his past, and at the same time he became absorbed with it, and did not wanting to leave, but now for some reason, he had to drive. When itís not what he wanted, but he knew that life had to go on. This is was a part of his feeling; he knew that it was his pitfall of emotional pain.

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The sky was blue, with a white patch that was placed into the massive area, yet the morning sun started removing the slight covering of the crystal frost on the grass. It was still quiet dawn, as the sound of the garage door slowly opened. At the same time you could feel the out outside starting the warm cover, as the red car made its appearance.
All you could hear was a crushing sound, as the black tires rolled over the pavement. After about two feet, you could see the red car carefully leaving the open door area, at the same time; the garage door was quietly closing behind. The red car stopped slowly, yet it still caused a slight skid. For some reason Kevin Rahn watched the garage door closing, and heard it with a slight thud, then finely the red car continued backing out into the street.
At the same time, you could hear birds singing, and the sunrays began burning an open path for the red car to follow up the street. Slowly it came to a stop at an intersection. Waiting for the traffic to allow his entry, Kevin sat at the stop sigh, for some unknown reason he waited for the traffic to pass by, but no one allowed him to continue driving forward pass the stop the sign on the road.
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The sky was blue, with a white patch that was placed into the massive area, yet the morning sun started removing the slight covering of the crystal frost on the grass. It was still quiet dawn, as the sound of the garage door slowly opened. At the same time you could feel the out outside starting the warm cover, as the red car made its appearance.
All you could hear was a crushing sound, as the black tires rolled over the pavement. After about two feet, you could see the red car carefully leaving the open door area, at the same time; the garage door was quietly closing behind. The red car stopped slowly, yet it still caused a slight skid. For some reason Kevin Rahn watched the garage door closing, and heard it with a slight thud, then finely the red car continued backing out into the street.
At the same time, you could hear birds singing, and the sunrays began burning an open path for the red car to follow up the street. Slowly it came to a stop at an intersection. Waiting for the traffic to allow his entry, Kevin sat at the stop sigh, for some unknown reason he waited for the traffic to pass by, but no one allowed him to continue driving forward pass the stop the sign on the road.
For some unknown reason, the red car just sat at the stop sign, but what was odd; there was no progress or any other cars waiting. The spell was broken; as another car slowly came to a stop behind him, then another and another, as they patiently waited for the lead red car to move into the empty road ahead. Delicately with a low beep, the lead red car lunched out into the road, then realizing that he had waited to long, because the cars were right behind him.

Kevinís mind had become a part of his past, and at the same time he became absorbed with it, and did not wanting to leave, but now for some reason, he had to drive. When itís not what he wanted, but he knew that life had to go on. This is was a part of his feeling; he knew that it was his pitfall of emotional pain.
Nevertheless for some reason the red car continued driving slowly on the road, and the elements of the day were not affecting him. But what was odd for some unknown reason, he no longer was in control; it was like many times before. He had to go through the motions of what has become his routine, yet there was only one exception.
Time become the one element of concern, as he slowly drove the familiar street heading for the highway. At the same time a quick gray covered hit the area, as the sun became hidden. Winter still didnít want the effect of spring, while the sun was trying to burn away the feeling of the morning dusk. Without warning, the winds could be felt increasing. With this force, larger snow flakes could be seen propelling themselves in a straight path.
The pattern looked like a thousand white lines, heading into whatever was in its place. The cars got covered as were the streets, and the dirt brown lawns were clean white again. Many cars were forced to slow down, and some even pulled over waiting for the visibility to improve. Everything was white and you would never feel that the process of spring began.
Kevinís wipers were on high speed, fighting the glue of white, but slowly the red car come to a stop. As the clouds finally broke and forced the sun to came back streaming onto the earth crest. You could feel the mist being drawn back up to the sky, just like a giant vacuum cleaner. With a blink of an eye, the blue sky had taken command and all that had happened was now history.
For some unknown reason you could still see the red car parked along the roadside, with no movement. Time had stopped for Kevin, as he closed his eyes and the salt residue could be felt slowly leaving his face, dripping on his suit. The engine was off, as the background music inside played in a real low volume.

The early morning clouds finally reached down through the mountain ranges as the fine white mist captured what has turned into a gray blanket. With this overcast setting, you knew it was morning even though the darkness continued, but you watched with excitement as a thin hue of light forced itself through. You knew the day had arrived, even though the scene no longer looked familiar. It could have been anytime, because the dark heavy looking clouds continued to hang, and was filled with humidity. You felt a heaviness that you labored with, but breathing the air was clean and free. Spring comes with change and that variation becomes the offering of life.
The peaks of budding green were forced out from the visible mists of spring and with it came clear growth. Even the local flat landís, felt the warm air penetrating through all living manner, almost like life was captured in a chamber of the mist.
Finally you felt the warming sun explode through the cloud cover and instantly you knew by the clean healthy feeling, spring was here. From a distance the birds could be heard singing their sounds of joy, while white puffy clouds continued to struggle within the blue sky. When the powerful sun made its intensity felt, the cover created during the morning by nature ended up in vain.
Warmth and peace are the elements of life that humans do not always take the time to enjoy. Like change, the renewal process of spring, continues its ever lasting drive for survival. At that very moment streams of light could be seen burning into the dark wet corners of the past week.
It is a pleasure to see and feel the warmth of the sun, beating down on the area. If it wasnít for that fine mist of gray trying to cover the area, the sky would be all blue, more normal than the classic day.




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