A Little Less 17
UneasyThe following week will, assuredly, test my patience and kindness multiple times. Also, my sanity and health. I've been getting sick a lot lately, this week is begging to increase that.
On the bright side, high school ends at some point, right?
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FlashIt was dark inside the car when I got in, and the bass thumped loudly, shaking the windows in their frames. When Jan hugged me, I could smell his aftershave sharply in my nose. The smell mingled with the warmth of his friendly smile and I sank contentedly into my seat.Flash
The strangeness of the situation hit me by the time we turned out of my neighbourhood. The streets were empty for so early on a Saturday night. Jan's clock was broken, but I knew from my phone's little bright light that it was only 6:30. Early, but in a little town in the middle of the desert, not a lot was open anyway. We sped past the church and up to the little
by ~starlightinhertears
Backwards and Inside out1. I am not a social experiment, so stop treating me like one. Just because I have an off day does not mean I've gone awry, nor does it mean I've become undependable. I remain constant and faithful, my actions predictable. Stop being afraid to touch me; no chemicals or caustic words are going to burn you.Backwards and Inside out
2. I am not a doll. I have no intentions of sitting quaintly upon the shelves and glass cases you put me in. I think and I move and I come alive. I have no interest in become unloved and dusty, forgotten in a remote corner of a deserted room. Nor am I broken. There is no thread to retie or fibers to reconnect. No gla
by ~starlightinhertears
CastingIt's not as if I am a lost sheep searching for pasture. In order to be lost, one must have a point of reference to return to. Wandering in search of a moment's rest is a more accurate description of the feet that have been taking me onward. Weary feet in search of a quiet second to sit alone and be.Casting
I've begun scrutinizing every day details, the way the sun casts shadows and the way my car sounds in the morning when I start it up. I've come to find that every day is the same. The sky sheds every morning a dewy cloak of stars in favour of pearly splendour. Every afternoon I hear leaves skitter about, obsolecense evident on every t
by ~starlightinhertears
LeavesFall swept in like blue and amber rushing off of a painter's brush, and with the chill of Autumn came the chill of nostalgia. At first it slumbered quietly, curled into a tight ball in my abdomen, careful not to stretch too far. But with the cooling weather, he hardened himself and clung like a leech to my rib cage. The heart absorbed him and he became prisoner. Like the raindrops I chased down my windows, I traced the imprint she left upon my tiny carbon-paper world. She was such a paroxysm, if you understand how a person can sally forth as an emotion. And with thoughts of her, I desired warm red wine and heady, hearty food. More thanLeaves
by ~starlightinhertears
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