When Once There Was Everything At All

Seems to me I had once seen a man in here somewhere, oh yes, sitting over at this table quite unnoticed still in all the commotion made around and in light of yonder pail. Was a shame at first it seemed to me a waste of all that space to let it be. Aside from a usual meal or two he ordered, nothing strange, certainly just enough to eat his fill and nothing more. The paper that he asked for though I could not tell if that was rought in from outdoor came in bags and boxes, reams. Leastways, not that I had ever seen was the waitress trotting from the bar or one of the other handsome waiters there who would have brought their share and ate their fill. That is to say, if he had asked for it I would sure enough have seen which meant that in the asking for was nothing strange. He sat there every night it seems writing till it was quite late at night. Even had an inkwell for his pen and so as dipped it very well. With every brush and stroke he made I would grow me and more intrigued, not that I could get there close at all not for lack of trying still. There were just too many others gathered round what with all the noise and all strange to see there was no one else within his shadow of the hall. Almost by hidden spell he had the table to himself and kept it very well It seems since no fights broke out I ever heard. Quite unlike the others with a good old-fashioned brawl or whatever at their beck and call. A few of these we had to put out late at night, them that liked to stay until nights first dawning light. I wish we could have said we had to do the same for him though it was never like that really, always leaving qith the crowd, he seemed to melt away quite into the hall with a being drawn on into the great beyond outside our door and all into the city strange that lay beyond or the countryside at will. Left to wander far and free with scarece a home to call his name, well it was not that I knew it thus only half supposed as much as did them all. One day though I wanted to see, with scarce containment of his name or frame, just a peep around, whatever hurting would it do to get so close to you. Lookit there, he almost caught my gaze for half a second there with a land so close to him that the gaze intently locked and held almost a rebuke it held like whatever are you trying to get there for. Goodness graceious was he speaking or simply were his lips then not even moving, nothing really found it seemed to be b it scattered all around. At the moment tthere I felt but the faitest breath of air a whispered puff almost let out behind me in a huff which was when the little boy had come up from behind. With the next reath it found me soaring through across the empty space to you. Not that I should have been so talking and he spake into my mind saying without speaking what thoughts however blind. That would have been far too much power for a man there to have and really I quite should have seen the little man sneaking up behind of me though I was sure I did not know that he was close to me. The gust of wind that landed there snet me sailing through the air only to land beside the man that wrote with pen and quill and sometimes it seemed with but his will. A quick glance at the paper if I could wanted or really would. At first glance it was sort like the ledger only way much sense and something better. No wonder he sat there writing all the time protecting here with just his heart and mind. The people even it seemed had chanced to take their fill to find their place and eat their will. Surely such now was plain to see from his seat there beside of me. Not that he ever seemed to mind, sure of that now quite which meant that instead of writing ledger entries it was just a list of names. I had not seen our kings yet, perhaps he had not got that far it seems but he was working on it that much was true from the scribbles of the pen and the paper puchased when. Not that I ever suspected him surely of being reasons for the towns strangest ledger entries and half expenses. That would have been nonsense quite and more than purely out of spite. I was just sitting there reading along looking at how the thing seemed kin of wrong when the door burst open once again with the king that had once then gone away it seemed. Where all he went we did not find just yet for in his thirst, he had sent more than quite a few of them back to home all in hopes of course for something smart to drink or f so then too his heart to beind. Perhaps some far off distant land just or somewhere underground. My seat there observing the goings on did not prevent of course from what was wrong. Not a moment passed before the king had assumed his normal chair again, or he would have really had that strange writing man been there. Not content with that just quite, he slouched back into a chair where the discussion lively raged and he was plied for questions from the stage. The other man it seemed had let him settle in before raising up a fuss and charging all once there at once to have him in the square with a few certain things that bordered comforts found and whatever else gone on back from there. He instructed all to meet him in the square all that safely gathered there. The king engaged him first of course and soon both then had a back and forth, a tug of war almost of course or whatever else your choice. With tt the papers scattered off the table, and having more interest in whatever else his tale I found myself in diving down at once then towards the floor. Quite a position if you asked so then basest embarressment finding even yet to my quite surpsie and fear and wondering eyes the pages half contained the tales of others just like me that seemed so strange. Those torn against their will ended up by faith or choice against it there, whatever it was for with the words the sound and tunnel fading and the light around had closed. Much as I wanted to stay and see these words, well, there was somewhere else then of which to go that was worthy of attention even as much supposed. When at oncemy ees had closed and there I stood with half a bunch of those. Another group of servants stood around almost as specators in what as not so found. A Master strode in at jumoment in loang and flowing robes accusing some of being late. Far nicer place even that just a dusty pub, well cleaned or swept wwaittress there to take your pick though she was not quite you find the only one. I just preferred her most the days of while between that the people standing there all gathered round (and) my eyes still fastened on the ground. Not that there was half a reasons, a time, a space a season. One unfaithful half supposed with the supposed record of her crimes writ in sticks with space and lines. How was this supposed to gathe justice when such calling forth the unseen then through time. And again how was he seeing through their hearts and minds. It was like he knew it all of course ashes on the ground to whatever else had planned. Just think on this as one servaalf forgiven finally raised his voice enough to say rejoice. Though the unfaithful one of all cely at her beck and call when the other coming through had pulled upon her space and will. No matter what he seized of couse only know that time will tell the tale as just outside the corner out of sight his hand met neck and grabbed it thrice. All at once wto see he intended not to let her go you see. With a seizing servants left and right demanding that they pay him thrice. The unfaithful with the undeserving soon ecame an unforgiveness matter. Stuff like that attracts attention and for that the Master sure had plenty. Before I knew it, he had half the other servants gathered and the one who did not quite so understand. It was ungrateful not so much as quite by half if not as much unfaithful even. Though that was when the Master charged him strictly him who had the most attention. Apparently he was bade to do not as he would but would instead, namely the Savior passing by be it happened in disguise. Hearing this it almost made me wonder if there was something up above that was looking down besides for just the Crown. It was enough to make you feel quite besides yourself am sure. Something was leading us surely and it was not what may be might would could be that much so far was plain to see. Though the hall was nice and large and wide with not so much somewheres to hide. That was when he saw me standing by and be it oh so idly and the question posed as to what had become of me, half worthy hardly of attention paid unto a flea. Hardly was I servant a here what with all the marbled steps and all with servants at his beck and call. Might have been that time would tell and bind and so too our hearts then sprang to mind. I knew it not to tell of then nor yet of where or what or when. Twas hard misfortune surely of which the Master had of asked us lately. Would be madeness to have said as much him knowing all if he even did and such. Though knowing the man I had seen that day was hardly fair it seemed to me for one who had such memory just to have and hold and let him be. Then and who could we have honored even just by being members of his tree. Was a nice hard place with alabaster walls and scarely yet a twinkling of where and when and all the time began to crawl. Surely plenty of spaces gathered round on the indication even of where each should go and all while the task itself was long and hard being bound as if a stump within the ground. Hard and firm for many a year it stood with nothing else besides and nowhere else to hide. Plenty reasons it would to leave it well and just our hearts to bind. The other servants coming first, not saying it was me, only they were something else of course that made a choice. Being ruler set over at this point sure does sound an awful fancy it did not matter over how many cities rather just that knowing him so had then done his will. Me, on other hand had not knowledge skiwith all the people this man had owned or will. In matters of the kingdom even was not half so hardly strange. Just that this was far off distant lands and not back home with pen and quill far away from iron will. How was it then that he had found us when. Being Master in far off distant lands these were his to keep and have to hold. Surely these were his however bold. Besides of this for being unredeemed there were too for but the ashes of a broken dream scatttered lying there just like ashes all around. A strange a sight so seen to these it seemed for but the ashes of a broken dream. With brush in hand perhaps would not be half so bad as planned. Whatever follows after came from broken pictures on the halls and of course the lakes the walls.