I’m trying to grasp a pile of sand and take it off shore. But, I’m a boat. I’m a small wooden boat no one would use. My wooden boards are chapped and cracked, uneven, and barely holding together. I was imperfectly made, and time and humidity decided to take their toll on me and make …
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Chunky peanut butter
Hello My name is Chunks and I am a lump of chunky peanut butter. Ever since I was a little peanut, everyone has loved my sister, Skips, who’s also a lump of peanut butter. I love her too, of course. I have to. She’s my sister. The difference between us is that I’m too full …
Mirai
Mirai, when you come,What gift do you plan to get me?Do I matter? Am I too tinyfor you to seeWhen I’m tired?When I’m drenched in sweatAnd tears?When I’m dirtied with the bloodfrom the wounds ofCold and fear? Will you love me backIf I gave up all these thingsJust for you?If I gave up love?And stopped …
Changes
Good changes. The best kind. You get to work, work, and never think. You get so busy that you don’t have the time to be sad or to remember anything. Remembering is human and everything human makes you weak. Being human is easy. Your pupils would go dilated, you would laugh, or smile, or cry. …
Sister
Dear Sanity, I hope you’re feeling well. How are you? And how is Adam, and the kids? Make sure to hug them tightly for me… I can’t wait to come back in winter and hug them for myself. Please tell them that their aunt misses them, big time. I am sorry I haven’t replied to …
SingulariT 