Almost sleeping, but aware.
Almost dreaming in the light, during the lamps of day.
Reverie. I have been pondering in a mind of my making, escaping from D-Central.
Too far way.
Too far way.
Shall I say it again?
Pinching the air with the gasp of my breath in the room I was missing,
When the far off unreality was a step beyond,
Too far for my own good.
As I wake, from illusions of day light flickering across my mind,
I find ambience waiting for me, wondering if I should have seen worse.
But there I was, stationed, sanctified.
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Peter Veugelaers played cricket at one stage for reps and first eleven and was very well regarded as a performer, his best bowling figures were taking six wickets for four runs. In 1989, he took up a writing course and asked what he would do with writing. He said he wanted to help people as best he could. In 1990, he made the life changing decision to follow his instincts to do Christian work because of his newfound faith in Christ. In 1996 he started writing for Giveway magazine as a Christian film reviewer. In 2000, he started to write for the faith-based Challenge Weekly as an article writer while finding more outlets for film reviewing and articles. In 2017, he unofficially retired from writing for publishers in those forms and went blogging. He writes poetry, fiction, aims to publish new articles about various things or post them on his blog, pens devotions, reads every day, and watches cricket when he can. He has recently published a blog that will review films again.
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