PerfectionPerfection Eyes are closed, Shirt is off, Lying in bed, Darkness is his blanket.Perfection
But it’s a bed of nails. The nails make painful dents in his softness. He isn’t in a position to complain. He isn’t even in a position to move.
Wrists are grasped in leather cuffs, An apple is grasped in shaking hand. Trying to raise it to his lips, Neck straining to reach it.
The fruit is unreachable. The hunger is unbearable. The silence is stifling. His heart is hammering.
He wonders if somebody is coming, Perha
Passive ResistancePassive ResistancePassive Resistance
Boy is bouncing words against a wall. His mother won’t trust him with a ball. He does not think this fair at all, But still with all his might, He throws his words at the wall. “Log!’ he shouts, “Bog! Frog! Hog!” he bellows. The wall says nothing in reply. Boy looks the wall in the eye, “Dog? Cog? Grog?” But still, bouncing words at the wall is like bouncing words at nothing at all. Maddened, the boy uses his fists to pound the wall. But it seems the wall is well versed in passive resistance as
Morning.Just two minutes more. My face in my pillow. Just two minutes more. Two minutes and then, I’ll let myself breathe again. In two minutes, Count them- just two, I’ll drag my limbs out of bed, Arrange my mouth into a smile, And friendly banter will pour out of my mouth. And I’ll make everyone love me. I just want to not breathe, Not think, Not exist, For two minutes. Just TwoMorning.
Minutes.
EmptyEmpty This room is too bright for this creature of the darkness. But for you it would be just right. Emptiness fills you doesn't it? Emptiness fills you like organs fill the rest of us. Your lips clamped tightly shut, I sit there and hold your hand. He holds in his tears for you. He paces up and down for you. This is more than he would do for me. I crave to be selfish. To stop just for a while. To have people hold my hand and pace for me. Instead, I look at you. And I see the emptiness. And I wonder. What is it like to be empty?Empty
DON'T LOOK AT ME.
Happy Tears
LOL
jk
Don't hurt me @_@
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"Are you listening? Okay. Grass grows, birds fly, sun shines, and brother, I hurt people" - the Scout
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So brittle that it breaks.
Yes. It's my will.
Come pick me up from my house
Lol jk
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"Are you listening? Okay. Grass grows, birds fly, sun shines, and brother, I hurt people" - the Scout
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"Ich hab' kein Geld, Meister!" <- Gunnar, du bist mein absoluter Lieblings-Waldschrat!
: )
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So brittle that it breaks.
Yes. It's my will.
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So brittle that it breaks.
Yes. It's my will.
Write a letter to Ahria?
I suck at writing letters and I said I would write one. Maybe I should just send off my personal journeys letter.
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