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Autumn Memories~ It was five years ago, I was only twelve years old at the moment. I had woken up from the warming bliss that kept me in a cozy slumber. I woke up, and the frostbitten air slowly nipped at my toes and fingers, threatening to rip me away from the world that I so desperately wanted to hold for just five more minutes. I got up slowly, throwing on a pair of wool socks, feeling the heat slowly radiate throughout my body. I threw on a pair of clothes, and an autumn jacket, hat, and a pair of boots. I stepped outside, feeling the crunch of leaves underfoot as I stepped outside.
It was raining outside, though not overbearing. It was a light drizzle that sent little ice droplets down, freezing your hairs on the brim of your neck. I waited for Nana to open the doors, and suddenly, I heard the familiar "CHK" sound of the doors unlocking. I opened the door and flung myself inside, closing the door as fast as I possibly could. I sat down in the back and watched as Na
A Reality Woven With Dreams - Chapter 2 I slowly step off the bus, a piece of gum sticking to the bottom of my shoes. I sigh and grumble to myself unable to fully contemplate why I was still at this school. I went to my locker, the way there filled with whispers, murmurs and rumors sent across an ocean of popularity. In the middle of that ocean, sinking under its powerful riptide was me. As always, in the center of all of their hateful rumors. There I stood, trying to brave the storm as always, not realizing the intensity until the home of my confidence and happiness is left in ruins by the storm that so rudely takes all I have left to hold on to. Nothing left there for me but the frostbitten air that leaves small layers of frost eating away at my warmth chilling my veins.
I walk to my first class, battling the tears already that always find my island of isolation. I walk silently to the back of the room and tuck my head in my arms letting the tears fall silently, allowing myself the p
A Reality Woven With Dreams - Chapter 1Every day is the same cycle. I am forced to live in the reality in which dreams live in a sanctum untouched by many. These dreams for so long have eluded all who try to grasp them. Though it may seem futile, the amnesia that is washed over us like a riptide, dragging us out in a sea of dull lifetimes spent on wasteful thinking, every cycle is broken, and a dream will prevail...
The sunlight washes through my dark curtains, the sun hitting me like a bullet to the chest. I close my eyes, trying to shut out reality if not for eternity, then just for a minute. I try to keep my dream alive, try to enter back into the world of endless possibilities, the world I can never remember. The warmth of my blanket radiates throughout my body, slowly roasting me in a peaceful bliss, only to be broken by the cold sight of the wall in my room. I try to sit up, the stiffness finding my muscles, the pillow trying to pull me back into its wonderful grasp, the grasp that cradles me in a way onl
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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