Words Carry The World Words are a rushing stream, An endless ocean of foaming waves, They pour out of you, Filling the pages you write. Words are a woven song, The strands of threads hold tight, Linking one another together, Singing an unspoken song, One to be cherished forever. Words are wings on which to fly on, They take you to high places and never let you fall, They light your way through #life, A burning candle in an abyss of darkness. Words are sharper than any known sword, They cut deep and bash hard, They speak the truth, yet they speak the false, Unravel their riddles and they will grant you advice. Words are an unsolved puzzle, Their pieces fit together, creating a world, Every part is valued, For a whole requires every piece in order to be one. Words tell the story of your #life, You make them and they make you, They come from the heart not mind, Words do not just carry meaning, They carry the world. ~Copyright by #pmcastillo

One Breath Closer Holding close to the edge of #life, Fingers curled, grasping tight, Whispering voices, so sweet, so soft, Like twinkling bells, and silken cloth, They whisper softly in your ear, "the time to go is drawing near" They sing, they sing, of a promised land, Of love and forgiveness, hand in hand, A golden valley, a silver sea, A sky of sapphire, wide and free, A place of comfort, a place of peace, A world of forgiveness, where evil has ceased, A place where #life is ended, and brought anew, The world of Christ, of God, of truth, Each breath you take, it draws you near, for it is one step closer, you need not fear, One breath closer, a step away, from the world of heaven, of endless days, Holding close to the edge of #life, Fingers curled, grasping tight, Whispering voices, so sweet, so soft, Like twinkling bells, and silken cloth, They whisper softly in your ear, "the time to go is finally here" Slowly, gently, your hands let go, yourself carried on wings of sun and snow, And looking down from far above, you smile, full of joy and love, Watching closely over those held dear, for you are one breath closer, one step near. ~Copyright by #pmcastillo

Wisdom If wisdom is understanding something that someone doesn't, then aren't we all wise? ~Copyright by #pmcastillo

Merge Chapter 1 They'd found us. I had always known it wouldn't last. I had just hoped that it wouldn't have been so soon. I don't know why I even bothered to cling to such a foolish hope. Of course they found us. They always do. "Jasper, hurry, They'll be here in a matter if seconds. We're going out the back door." My brother nodded, too frightened to speak. I grabbed my satchel and threw in what food we had left. It wasn't much. Half a loaf of bread, a canteen of water, and a small parcel of dried berries. I thought of how little we had lived off on our entire lives. Running, dodging, hiding. And now, they'd found us. If we ever made it out of this mess unscathed, we would be more than lucky. It would be a miracle. A knock interrupted our frantic packing, and both of us froze, hardly daring to breathe. "We know you're in there," a voice called. "If you won't come out, then we'll come in. It'd spare Us the hassle." Jasper suppressed a whimper. I realized how young he was. Seven was far too young to be sent to the Watcher's prison. Come to think of it, thirteen was too. "I'm not known for my patience!" The voice snapped. "Show yourselves!" I grabbed Jasper's arm, pulling him towards the back door. It was then that the front door burst open in splinters. "Grab her! Now!" The man called. Jasper and I stared in horror at him. Me in fear, him in disgust. I inched away to the back door, the tips if my fingers brushing the handle. I turned it. Suddenly the man lunged forward, grabbing Jasper. He held his arms back, yellow eyes gleaming with malice. "By now you should know who I am. And how unwise it would be if you took another step." He gestured to my brother, tightening his hold." I said nothing, glaring at him in pure hatred. "Say something!" He demanded. "Tell me who you think I am!" "The Watcher," I hissed. "Let her go. It's me you want anyway. And I bet they didn't tell you how much I'm actually worth." "I'll be the judge of that," He snarled. "Come on Mystic! Show us what you can do!" I stood still, hands balled, my teeth clenched. It took all I had to keep from yelling at him. I wasn't a Mystic. I was glad that at the very least he didn't know who or what I really was. A Mystic is a person born with the gift of Magic. I was born with Magic. But something more. Jasper was an ordinary boy. He was my younger brother, and possessed no Magic, whatsoever! It drove me nuts! How could we look so alike, yet be so different? We could be mistaken for twins! I wasn't a Mystic. I was a Merger. And Mergers are considered to be much worse. We Shift, take on another form. It could be person or animals. Most could only do illusions of these though. The thing was, I could do it for real. And that was why they were chasing me. I was a threat to their supposed Utopian government. An error, needed to be erased. Mother and Father were long gone. It was up to me now. I had a chance to run. But I'd have to leave... No. I couldn't do it! But I had to. It was the only way to save us both. I could go get help. I could flee to the Twilight Woods. Though forest was more like it. I had to do it. I just had to. "I'm not a Mystic." I told him, barely able to control the anger in my voice. I opened the back door. "I'm a Merger." I watched his cruel eyes widen in surprise and disbelief. I opened the door. Then I ran. I ran and ran and ran. My heart pounding, and my chest heaving, I dashed for the woods. I glanced behind me. They were close. Too close. I knew I had to do it. I had just wanted to stall. No matter, I had little choice in it now. Taking a deep breath I kept running, but as I continued, I Merged. I felt the process of the Merge taking place. I felt my outer form ripple, a free sensation that I never stopped loving. The feeling of change. The ground came rushing up to greet me, as I continued to run. I felt my hands and feet turning into paws. I glimpsed red fur, sprouting all over me. As I bounded for the trees, I once again felt the giddy excitement if being something else. Someone else. I had completed the transformation as soon as I was hidden in the brush. With my newly heightened senses, I heard the soft snapping of a branch underfoot. The sound of someone walking nearby. I darted out of the bushes, heading deeper into the forest. A man further behind called out, his companion stopped him. "It's just a fox Calvin. We're looking for a girl, remember?" The man nodded, and walked away. I didn't stop running, even as night began to fall, and an inky blackness slipped between the dense trees. I didn't stop, not even after I grew sore and tired, the pads of my feet raw from the thorny underbrush. When I finally gave in, and fell, I Merged back into human form. My eyes watered, and my throat was dry and raspy. Numbly, I realized that I had left my satchel back at the house. Closing my eyes, I ignored the hunger. As I drifted off to sleep, I remembered what the man had said. ' "It's just a fox Calvin. We're looking for a girl, remember?" ' I smiled grimly. He was wrong. They were all wrong. They were looking for a Merger. They were looking for Scarlett Yews. They were looking for me. ~copyright by #pmcastillo

Patchwork #life, is complicated. Sewing, is too. Strings become tangled And knots begin to form. Sometimes, you prick yourself. So, you start again Only To make another mistake. You become frustrated And want to give up. So, you put it away High up on a shelf Left to be forgotten. But someday You will take it out again And decide to give it another chance. Surprisingly It will be easier than before. For you will have learned from your mistakes. To your great pleasure, you finish it. And you find yourself wanting to do it again. So, you pull out your needle and thread And begin. The same Goes For #life. ~Copyright by #pmcastillo