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Someone help her!

She’ll be fine.

I think she’s dying!

I have it under control.

This may be serious.

She’s being dramatic.

We should call for help.

This happens all the time.





Failing Risks

It is always in the midst of failure that we realize the costs involved in risk. Being a risk-taker, you’re jeopardizing it all. Losing everything for the hope of something that isn’t sure. But when you win, when you achieve or accomplish whatever risk it was, it is, without a doubt, the best feeling in this world.


She says to me – “detail, detail detail”

For a moment,

I can’t understand what she means.


Does she mean the circular flickering light on the box above me at the bus stop I am standing under protecting myself from silver bullets uncurling my chestnut-hued waves in the midst of a dewy dawn breeze?

Or the fading, carved out burgundy wooden letters that look familiarly out of place, tucked ever-so slightly away on the corner of the prehistoric roof that either has the ghosts of ancient money remnants or street rats scurrying away or both?

Oh, I know!

She must mean the thin piece of peeling bark that reminds me of a nail scratching at a chalkboard, exposing it’s freshly grown, pine scented skin.

Maybe she is talking about the one, singular, pin straight whisker on the gentle kitten’s face that bends just noticeably slightly to a perpendicular angle.

My mind wanders and wanders.

Wondering what she means by detail.

Until I realize,

This is exactly what she wanted of me – to notice the details.




What is this life we're told to live?

I look around me.

So many buildings that once were the home of trees.

People driving with their blank stares rushing to beat the rush hour.

The term "rush hour".

Why do we have to rush and why is it condensed into one hour?

Work at your office job to make an income to provide for a family.

A family that get's put into this same god damned cycle.

Breeding more and more people who end up being -



Green or Blue?

My heart.

My soul.

Everything I once called home.

Those eyes,

I could never decide

Whether they were green or blue or the mix of the two.

My love,

My forever forever love.

Maybe I will never find another.

You are the one for me.

I dream of kissing the soft lips on your mouth.

And tracing the outline of your jaw.

I knew you like the back of my own hand.

Maybe even more.

Every freckle on your body told stories I felt were mine.

The glimmer in your smile lit up my world.

If I reach my hand out to touch,

Will I be reminded of your embrace?


Just maybe,

If I think long enough,

You’ll return back to me soon enough.