You're an experiment of mine, so you will pardon me if I don't have a sound structure to each of my entries. I thought that for each entry I would talk about a theme but then I thought about how that would be too structured as opposed to letting my thoughts just flow. Life is not structured, it is not planned; it is unexpected and oftentimes we have to put meanings to things after the fact. That's the way I know to go about writing you out; because, after all, you are a reflection of my life.
So, what's the reason for this entry? Well, it's much the same as the previous one except this time I didn't outwardly catch the attention of anyone...or at least I did not notice that I caught anyone's attention. In turn, no one in particular caught my attention. This time around, it ended up being about how I would behave in a place like a tavern...it was "the morning after" or, to be more accurate "the evening after".......
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Emily Moyra Byrne (Yahoo I.D. redheaded_clairvoyant) Sunday. The weekend was almost over, and the redhead was feeling just a little bit more relaxed and unwinded. After the observations of yesterday's experience in the tavern, however uneventful, but serving her desired purpose (she'd come in yesterday to relax, after all), she decided coming in again tonight. She had a hunch...somebody, somewhere, knew what she needed to. Or at least had some souvernirs. Emily pursed her lips, a clear-cut indication she was coming out of her thoughts, as she finally came up to the establishment; it wasn't the same tavern she'd been in yesterday, but it had looked identical from the outside. Coming up to the door, she saw it open, and took the knob before it closed; the touch creating a myriad of visions to stampede through her brain. <c>
Emily Moyra Byrne <c> When the episode was over, the young woman shook her head slowly, blinked her eyes. She'd gotten visions yesterday when she touched the other tavern's doorknob; visions of those who had touched that knob, and tonight it was not different with this tavern's doorknob. There was one slight addition to this post-vision event though, this time around she felt the dull beginnings of a headache start to worm its way around her skull. Slowly, she moved from behind the door, and closed the door as she took a look about the busy-bodies of the place. <e>
Emily Moyra Byrne Shoving her hands in her pockets, having used the time she took to look around this new place to let the headache simmer down a bit, she took her further steps into the tavern. There seemed to be lively music with a slow beat drumming somewhere in the distance. She avoided bumping into anyone; the next touch could trigger another vision; those who had managed to cross her path she