kyumori
I will crush my opponents. I will tear them down and leave them hanging by bear threads. But that's more than just crush right?
There's that feeling when you see him. The way your stomach feels as though you've swallowed a thousand butterflies and your blood is made of fire, not...blood. The way your cheeks burn and you wish you had ice. Or at least...wish you could turn your head. But he draws your gaze.
Cells...solitary. Solitary confinement. These words rang and echoed through my mind. Why was I in here? I looked around at the small box, feeling the walls start to close in on me. The cold from the cement floor seeped through my jeans, penetrating and freezing my blood. I put my head in my hands, shivering slightly. What had I done? Why was I here?
Suddenly, the lights turned off.
He held me tightly, as I rested my head against the arch of his collar bone. His hands delved lower, but not too low - resting in the small of my back, holding me close. The other cupped my head, keeping me pressed against his strong chest. His arms were warm. His breath was soft. His whispered words graced my ears like a soft tune. I started to drift, as I clung tightly to his shirt, refusing to let go.
I believe in a lot of different things. I believe in unicorns. I believe in the pots of gold at the end of the rainbow. I believe that this world will end soon, within the lifetime of my generation. But other people don't necessarily share my beliefs. This is why I share. This is why I write. So that people will know. And when they know, they might too believe.
I wonder why the sky isn't pink
What if it was? What if the clouds were made out of cotton candy? I wonder, I wonder...
I wonder what I would be like if I was two dimensional
I wonder what'll happen to me in the future
Wondering...
It makes you think, doesn't it?
It makes you...wonder
Well, I guess that's the point of wondering. To look at the world and to imagine how it could be different. Maybe that's why I like writing fiction.
Because then I don't have to wonder.
I can create the world I imagine ours would look like if every wondering thought that ever crossed my mind made it onto paper.
Smiles all around,
braces,
full of teeth,
closed lips
Everybody smiles sometimes
some people just have different ways of doing it
There are some who smile with our hearts
some who smile with our eyes
some with lips
and mouths,
and cheeks
Some of us don't
Some of us hate it
Or at least
Some of us think we hate it
Smiles are healthy
Smiles are beautiful
They're bright yellow spheres with black spots
They are a way of showing happiness
So....
Smile
Train. Chugga chugaa choo choo.
Wheels on steel,
loud
they used to wake me up
at six in the morning
Not anymore
I've gotten used to them
kind of like my current
situation
They think that they're all powerful
they know just what they can do
but then...
they flip
and their world
crashes
and burns
Trains.
What odd things they are.
They bring what is needed to those that need
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