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No Disappointments
This morning the air was cold and damp, the grass was frosted over, and very little changed in terms of light and temperature from dawn to dusk. But the leaves were colorful, the crisp air felt fresh, and the rain hit the pavement with a soothing, poetic sound. This time last year if I woke up on a cold day I remember thinking that I didn’t miss seasons. A cold morning or a cloudy day sent me down a dark hole in my mind that I didn’t know what to blame on but the atmosphere. I was content to live in a city with no regard for variety and to deal with the monotony of waking up everyday in the sa...
Salt and Pepper
Billy Joel Salt and PepperHaving given up on life, humanity, because of its precipitous disdain for lost souls, he found himself once again stranded. Hitching was not what it once was, but then, what was. Nothing remains the same for a reason, he argued with himself, a means of distraction, as he continued his lonely existence on the outskirts of someplace along the route known as, the Coast Highway.Billy Joel believed there was opportunity everywhere he had not looked, and was convinced he would find if only he persevered. Determination, not being one of his most recognizable attributes was t...
PRISONER OF TIME
Just before Athena got imprisoned by the pantheon, Michael said to her, 'It doesn't count if you are already planning your defeat. You promised to fight for us. Don't give up now.' She still remembered his words on these lonely days and nights, which bled into each other.She never knew what loneliness was until then; these walls trapped her more than steel and stones. Powerless, prisoner to her wants, needs, and desires. Cursed with the knowledge www.onedoor.ccof what she wanted, but unable to do anything to get it or free herself. Her existence was reduced to images playing on her mind like a loop; glory,...
Delicate
My boyfriend knows the day I’ll die. He sees the future, not in a glass ball, but at the bottom of his nightly whiskey. He’ll never tell me and try as I might, all I see in the glass bottle are dawn dusted droplets. He comes over a lot more now. It’s the result of him moving into a house a few doors down. We’ve been together for barely more than two months now—but since then, the nightmares have kicked in. I wake up every day with swollen, red dots on my wrists. Rhys says they’re probably from thrashing around subconsciously in the middle of the night. I believe him when the bruises dissolve i...