MY HATCH POCKET JOURNAL by BILLY COY (affordable ebook reader .txt) 📕

she only wanted it more and more, and never gave a damn how tired my little man was. But I was so glad anyway, from that experience with the Girl of primitiveness I was a force to reckon with in bed matters from then on, to this very day.

Anyway, she eventually got pregnant with twins and I was to be inducted into her savage family, after we were arrested from our love making cave. What could I do, there was no protection or any contraceptives and I definitely couldn’t resist that sweet temptation from a frankly speaking, sexy looking in every inch, savage girl. I married her and there I was, having a primitive sexy and so intelligent savage girl for my wife.

Girl of primitiveness! While I was out fishing all by myself, I was saved from drowning by a passing-by boat, and I never looked back at the Amazon. I was lastly, back to civilization.

I know that that Amazon girl and I are still married, but less face it, I am from civilization and she’s so far from it. So, I guess we could never be compatible. Anyway three months before that savoir boat had come to my rescue my primitive wife had had a miscarriage while we tried to make love, and so we had lost both our twins at once.


Falling in the wrong place and it feels right

Because of lack of choice,

You take what lies before your eyes. Because hope has got lost in the wind,


You opt for what seems the best around.

Little do you know that endurance and patience is a tool for reaching or attaining a right goal.

There is sunrise, and there is certainly a sunset;

Two different periods, but the happening is of one thing. If wind didn’t blow strong,
There wouldn’t be a storm; And if we didn’t know sorrow, We certainly wouldn’t know joy.
Falling in the wrong place and it feels right, because it is what you can
see now.


Much is needed but not all is achieved.

Satisfaction should be at every step we leave behind,

Because even when you have it now, you don’t know what the future holds,

But if you’re satisfied now, you have nothing to lose from the past, and in the future.

You have self confidence and you’re already a winner in life.

But falling in the wrong place and it feels right is like wanting to be reborn.


It is fools that settle for just enough; The wise always aim for the best in life.


There is no need for one to choose something because of time, We should choose what completes us and is the right thing. Choices have ruined many greats and commoners of men,
Just because we are too eager to attain a status, than we are, to keep it. The sun sets where it is far from your eyes,
But it rises right close to your eyes,

Because far or near, our minds are responsible for our directions in life, Once used wrongly or right, the eventual result is accordingly.
Falling in the wrong place and it feels right,

Who will ever know the real truth?


Girl of mist


She was so mysterious; I could tell her life well, but I never got to know her any better. I always heard that she was what she was because of the terrible environment that grew her nature; but for me, in her eyes I always saw a good girl who had much to live for. Looking at her you could see beauty, but really, was there anything good in her barrier? Maybe or maybe not; all I know is that I could learn from her and pick a leaf, because in life you can always learn from what is good or bad.

Girl of mist: she was full of tears and she wetted a lot of lands she laid her head on. But why was she so close to nothing? Was she not meant to exist? Or could it have been a cause of those who existed around her? I can’t really tell, but all I know is that she was not responsible for her existence, and neither was she responsible for the way she had got.


Girl of mist: she was too close to the air than she was to anybody, but I was close to her, in a weird way though. I always felt nice kissing her lips, though I never got to touch her body. It was so weird that I felt so unreal about myself. It seemed so mystical, but how could I ever explain to you something I could not figure out myself. I guess you can only imagine how close I was to madness. But anyway, everything happens for a reason, I wouldn’t be telling you this story about a girl who seemed uncomfortable with her life, yet she had a lot of air to breathe around her. She was seasonal and she had an unclear view.

Girl of mist: I always knew there was a story about her, though I never covered it in its entirety; at least I got to know that she existed. I wake up every early morning to catch the early breeze and reminisce about all the smiles I shared with her. I don’t miss her, but those memories I still have of her make me smile at least. I can never give you a full answer to why I loved being there with her, but all I can say is that I was meant to be there before I was there, and I thank God I got to experience something so much of a mystery and wonderful to know, Girl of mist.


Mist


I can see something from a far,

But it is unclear to my naked eyes.

As I draw close, the further it moves. I am not crazy as I may be called;
I can’t see clearly but I am sure and certain of my sight.

A mist lies before my eyes,

And I can only stretch my sight to get an image registered in my mind.


But the more I try to look, The less I can really fathom.


Deep between my worries there must be joy, Because all that is bad can surely make me strong.
And I should always learn a lesson or two about the world,

It seems so clear cut in mind, but actions are further than easily achieved.

As I wait for the day to clear,

So that I can see what lies ahead of me,

I am hit by a strong bang then I lose my consciousness; I can only see less of what I can even see now.
The thoughts in my mind are getting misted than my vision, And I hold nothing in reasoning;
I can only smile and watch the days pass me by unaware.


Looking by the river,

I hear the sound flow of those waters;

But I can’t see anything because there is nothing to my eyes. The stronger I get, the weaker I feel,
Because I know, I am going to have to give much more than before. The edges of life are many, yet triumph in life is too few,


And besides, is there any man who ever achieves all his/her goals in life? As the mist gets thicker, the barriers to the future get harder;
But hard work will always pay; at least you would have given the best in
you and left nothing for regret.


Girl of two faces


She was a girl I loved and wanted to make love so much to, but she always disappeared from me just like wind and it hurt me; one night we would be kissing and as it got darker, she would slip out of my hands and I could not see her or find her anywhere; she would have disappeared from me. It happened countless times before, but I loved her so much to complain about it; I guess you can never really tell or see the bad or wrong side of the one you really cherish and love beyond understanding .

I always stood with her, with our bodies too close to let go; and our warmth made it all easier for our mouths to stay locked into each other and tongues searched for the hidden treasure that was hidden so far deep into us; the love we had was unbreakable. But unfortunately, she still let me hung, and that made me want her more and more each day that passed by.

Every time I kissed her lower bent and jolly lip, I could see those sorrowful tears written in her eyes, yet we would be smiling, with our eyes into each other and kissing so tenderly and playfully. I was so surprised to always see those signs of tears in her eyes whenever I touched her so tenderly and swiftly, and deeper, but I never took revival action because I thought it was all love written in her eyes, and she just couldn’t help it; her eyes always turned teary compulsively.

She was a trigger to all my ambitions in life and love; I always wanted her next to me; I would have enjoyed her the most and feel a real man,


but she robbed me of all that, I am sorry to say. She was a thief of my love, allow me to say so, how else would you term somebody whom you loved so much and they loved you back the same, but they never were yours?

Girl of two faces: she gave me much more than I could ask for, but I still never got to touch her naked body and kiss her in every soft corner and valley I always had in mind. I guess we were not meant to be as one after all; that thought hurt me so terribly!

It has been eight years since then but I am just learning to accept that she and I were never meant to be for each other.

Only one night was exclusive, we were too close to making love, but as we were joint to each other, exploring what we had both missed and longed for, for ages, she turned around fast in her long light blue night dress, and her face faded into thin air; I ran away so fast and frightened, I never looked back until this day. You can call me a coward if you want, but if you’re a man, you wouldn’t have stood what I saw either. I guess I will keep the details of what I really saw to myself, up to my grave, because she still holds a special place in my heart. I’ve never seen her since then, and neither do I think I will ever look in her teary eyes ever again, or see her face.


Secrets


Secrets destroy a relationship, And they build friendship. What is hidden is not seen,
And what is seen is not hidden.


But to trust somebody, that somebody has to be trustworthy, and able to keep a secret.

The sound of a whisper is different from that of a hit on empty tin,