The Places You Found LoveEveryone, but you especially as a woman, is biologically programmed to find babies cute. It's an evolutionary imperative, because the rational thing to do when you've got a screaming, shitting dependant taking up your food, is to kill it, and we need something to stop us doing that. It's also why people are generally attracted to big eyes and smooth skin - because they're characteristics of children.And I'm not saying this to detract from the beauty of parenthood, or to make you sad, I'm saying it to point out that this fact doesn't make a baby's laugh any less wonderful. And I don't think the source of anything can make it less so.This is why I can point out that any form of love isn't God or fate or destiny, it's that if two people have a strong emotional attachment, their children are more likely to survive.Atomic bombs are beautiful.So I will say that the me I am now, will and always has been feeling what I feel, but that sentence doesn't even make sense until we consider that
The Reasons We DieWhat I meant to say was that sometimes I just stare at the cigarette in my hands and beg for it to stop messing around and just kill me already.But I figured you don't want to hear that.
The Shifting Nature of RealityYou asked me, "In these dreams, what does it look like?" I told you it looks different every time. Sometimes it's like a million feathers falling, sometimes it's like snow, sometimes it's like little stones, sometimes like ash, sometimes like a fine sand blowing across the hills. It's always silent. It falls around me but it never touches me. It never sticks. I told you sometimes I see dim figures walking in the distance through all the falling white. I told you I wish one would turn around and come to me. I wish one had your face. I wish the pink of your cheeks and blue of your eyes would appear to me unveiled from out of the drift. But the sad small figures don't turn around. They walk on, shoulders low, and disappear. I just watch them. You said, "I'm here now," and touched my hand. "I'm here now."
The Overuse of MetaphoresYou smile like it's an accident that comes without an apology.
The Time Gone ByTick tock. All day. Every day is tick tocking by. There is no clock in your office that ticks or tocks, but you can hear the tick tock in your head. Tick. That's another second of your life gone, you think. Tock. That's one more second waiting for the man to tell you what to do. Tick. I'm a thinker, you think. Tock. Time to be a doer. Tick. You walk into your boss' office. Tock. I quit.The clock stops.
The NuancePlay it one more time please, I need to hear it again. I need to make sure that its the only sound in my head. Play it again for me, I want to hear it once more. I want to make sure the only sound is correct. I don't want to hear that stare again. I don't want to see those words. I'll play the part again, I need to play it again. I need to make sure that every note is right. Give me a second to rehearse that part once more, I haven't been playing it right this entire time. I know it might sound right to you, but it doesn't sound right to me. I can't hear those words anymore. I never want to see that stare again. I have to keep playing. I never want to hear that again.
The Silence Goes On For YearsIn case of emergency, break glass. Throw plates. Cave to the insecurities you've harbored all along. Scream. Curse. Panic. Accuse her of never loving you, even though you know she did and still does. Tell her you never loved her. Tell yourself. Feel the world crumbling around you. Rip the rest of it down. Ignore her pleas. Her tears. Your regrets. Watch yourself leave, unable to stop your own feet. Slam the door. Keep walking. Realize, too late, that you didn't mean it.
The Art of Finding FlawsMaybe that's all it means, to grow up; to watch your heroes become human, right before your eyes.
the Millennia LaterDesolation has its own stark beauty. It's in the limbs of dead trees twisting up, pleading at the grey sky. It's in the air, cold with a faint hint of smoke and the barest breeze that stirs up the dust at your feet. The white-grey ash falls like snowflakes, dusting your hair, your coat, your mask. You catch one of the flakes and it crumbles between your gloved fingers. The ground is packed as hard as concrete under your boots as you turn your back on this cold, still world. You look up; the moon is barely visible. You will carry that memory with you as you go back underground. Mankind no longer has use for the stars.
HealingWounds heal. But scars are forever.
...There's always going to be that one,Who says you cant.From the time your 5,They ask what you want to grow up to be,We gave answers likePrincess,Singer,dancer,magician, wrestler..I never answered..Something always bothered my mind when they did ask....At 13 They asked again and again.. Wondering why you haven't answered.I finally gave it..The others said,Things like Doctor,News reporter,Owner of a business,Cop.But this was their second answer...Their first answers, was their dreams calling to them..We originally said things like, photographer,Gamer,Traveler,Director,Dreamer,Artist,Cook.But the second they said it,They were shot down...Told That, They had to pick something realistic..That you couldn't chase dreams forever.That They would fail.And let me tell you,To others... They were judged for being dreamers.To them, They were judged for being themselves...They hoped,and wished,and dreamed so hard, That there was a fire in there hearts filled with those passions.A
An Old Flame's SmellToday was a day unlike no otherI was so scaredI was distracted by many thoughtsFor some reason, at work today, a smell was gathered in my senses and all throughout my body structure. A smell of that of my ex boyfriend. My first love. My oh my his smell, I thought, had remained in the inner trash compactor of my mind. It was that smell I missed so much.The smell was that of a home. A home filled with 2 dogs, a brother, a mom and stepdad. Maybe it wasn't the smell of having pets in the house. It had to have been a detergent of some kind. Whenever I saw him in school, he always brought that wonderful aroma with him. I was addicted to this particular aroma for what seemed like many years. The two of us were photogenic together. People would say that we -did- look like boyfriend and girlfriend. I had hoped we would live to see each other walking to the aisle to get married. I wondered what my life would have been like had I chosen to put up with the emotional unavailability he so obviou
Addition and SubtractionAddition and SubtractionOne of the hardest things about writing is identifying when you need to add material and when you need subtract material. Even small additions or subtractions can make a very big difference to the overall success of a piece of writing. Here are a few tips to help you decide whether you need to add or subtract some material.Purpose Matters Every piece of writing has a purpose. For an essay, it might be making a particular point about a subject. For a chapter in a story, it might be covering an important plot point or introducing a new character. Always ask: what purpose is this piece of writing trying to achieve and would adding or subtracting material help fulfil that purpose?For example, if an essay is discussing the viability of trade sanctions as replacements for military intervention in a particular conflict, then adding more material about what sectors of the economy are most vulnerable to sanctions may be valuable.Consider another exampl
...Do you feel Love?When was the last time you Smiled from your Heart?Have you Hugged your Tree today?How many Stars are there?Do you fear Death or Life?Are parents Honest and Sincere?Why the Children have to suffer for the mistakes that Parents made?
Forsaken Longing For Warmth...I feel like I'm in a foggy place. There's not much light in sight. I'm entranced by the romantic music I like to listen to every now and then. Anime men, for whom I gazed upon so easily, are seen through this mystical fog. I love the idea of being around something real. But these men are unfortunately not real.I want someone to touch and hold hands with, not a parallel who can only be seen and heard through a mirror. I don't want to be left out in the cold when I could easily be inside with the warmth a building and hot coffee could easily provide me.Two anime guys are fighting for my attention. One has the ability to really entrance me and make me feel naughty. The other has the ability for Prince-like abilities, whisking me away to a romantic fantasy so I don't have to focus on the stress that's compatible with this new job I have.For once, I'd like to be in a Starbucks cafe with someone by my side and not sigh in discontent when I see young couples. Valentine's is the WORST.
The End That No One NoticedThe Universe blinks and humanity, in all its cruel glory, comes into existence.It blinks again, and we are gone.