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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
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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