She shone, brilliant as the sun. I, Ill-content to simply bask in her warmth, donned my wax wings for a closer look.
I sit down, I listen, I talk I learn. that’s my life in a nutshell
She complained to me that her pants made her look fat; I told her it’s not the pants’ fault. The police never did find all of me.
The woman, clad in dirt and rags, sits by the side of the highway, a cardboard sign in her hand reading ‘Homeless and Hungry, Take Pity’. She uses lulls in the traffic to sneak peaks at her iPhone.
A dog barking at thunder: no greater courage.
She told me she was a philosopher. I said it must be hard for her, fitting the universe inside her head.
I bought a horse after she left me for the cowboy who tucked his shirt into his underwear. I hide my humiliation under holster and spurs.
Home, its not a structure with four walls and a roof. its where you heart is.
They say there’s strength in numbers, when you’re in the crowd. That’s what makes it so hard to leave.
I awoke with a start, hearing organ music. I saw my Mother standing over me: “ lie back down baby, it’s a funeral, and you don’t make a scene.”
And God said, Let there be light.
“Then what happened?”
A passionate love went in search of camaraderie. A carnivorous hatred found it.
Don’t open your eyes, keep them closed and let the headphones connect you to the music. No one needs to know you are in your pajamas and on the sofa, your metaphorical dance floor.
Closing your eyes, you are a child once again, running and laughing with friends on a sunburnt beach. When the laughter turns to rumbling screams, there is only time for eyelids like violent window shades to fly open, beholding the towering wall of water stretching up into an endless sky.
Somehow, goodbye never feels easy in the mouth; it catches in the throat and twists the tongue and you end up saying, “I’ll see you soon.” As you close the curtain on your way out, the gentle white lie is laid bare and its grim implications jolt you to a halt.
I just bought you’re new iPhone 6 and tried to take a selfie for 3 times. I viewed the 1st photo and saw something blurry and black was beside me, in the 2nd photo the black object started to become distinct until the last one was actually horrifying. I saw myself died.
It is 10:42 at night, so stressed at work, tired, alone and almost out of energy. When a picture dropped right in front of me, it was a picture of me, and someone behind me.
They killed them all, from the first to the last.
They were afraid of their weapons, the pencils and the tommy gums.
It was a minute into New Years 2015 and only one question had lingered in my mind, or more so one sobering headache of an epiphany. Where was my damn flying car?
He molested me and nearly killed me. Yet only one of us wakes up each morning.