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For Once, At Peace For some reason, only the small things really seem to stick in my mind. The bigger moments are there, and I don't forget them, but it's the little ones that I'm able to find solace in. Little things that I don't think most people even take the time realize. My most fond memories are of moments like one day last year, during early spring. I had just pulled the lid down on my families outside garbage can after taking out the trash, and the air was still chilled, but the grass was warm and moist against my feet. It was the kind of day that was warm enough to go barefoot, but you would be crazy to try and swim. I took a couple of steps out into my yard, buried my toes in the dark, new earth, the dirt amazing between my toes, and just listened. It was mid-day, and everyone else was in school. I don't remember why I was absent, I was probably just pretending to be sick and my mother wa
And I RealizedThere was one time at lunch, while I was dating Quinn. He moved his hand, and I moved mine, and then he didn't go to take it. My hand was just left there in the air, awkwardly suspended, and I just sat there and stared at it. My mouth was open, because I felt like something needed to be said, but I had nothing, and he looked at me and asked simply, "What?"
My only response was to lick the corner of my mouth because it was dry and put my hand first on the table, then back in my lap where no one could see it, and then I looked away. In that moment, it was like nothing existed, but everything was so real, and there were so many things that I suddenly knew in the burning embarrassment of that one moment.
Now, don't get me wrong, worse things have happened, and a lot of better things too, but for some reason, that's what I always come back to. I go re-run it and re-run it, frame by frame, and I figure out the same things over and over, but I never seem to be able to hold onto it. The only t
Bergiet Vs. the WorldLuca adjusted the strap connected to the messenger bag slung across his chest. It was cutting into his shoulder and pressing down uncomfortably on his chest, and he made a face in his displeasure as he waited for the light to turn green. The bag's contents were heavy, something that he hadn't expected when he had first seen the paper backed comics that Bergiet had shoved at him. Of course, Luca also hadn't expected her to stuff the bag until it bulged, the hard corners of the spines poking him in the leg, and the buckles BARELY making it to one another. WHY she didn't just box them up and drive them over, he didn't really know. She had said something about the planet dying and saving the walruses, or whatever, but as far as he knew, buying twenty million pounds of paper backed books wasn't really helping out that much either, but that was just Bergiet. Because of this, Luca had been back and forth between her apartment and his nearly three times now, and he was momentarily grateful tha
In the AtticFoggy memories piling up
Collecting dust in the recesses.
Up the stairs, past the spare bedroom
Climb the last rickety ladder
The attic is the only place to keep them.
Put them in a box
Lock them away
And throw out the old tarnished skelleton key.
This Timeless PlaceJealous admiration and wet fingers
Ravenous and intent
The world is in this room,
All smashed and split open
Occupied by something or other
The future was sunset;
The past something to leave behind
You couldn't run if you didn't know where to go
Away from this timeless place
Divine - ForwardParfait picked up her bags for the final time. She let out a long sigh. This was it.
"Are you ready yet? You've unpacked and packed that thing FOUR times already!" came Key's voice.
"Almost. Just nervous."
" Well quit worrying about it - We're going to be working with professionals I think." He looked at his phone. "In any case, we're almost late. Get a move on," he said before exiting the room. He had packed WEEKS ago, when the letter first came. Parfait zipped up her suitcase and picked up her various other small bags and went to stand by the door. It seemed like this war was changing everything it had changed everything.
As they drove out to meat the rest of the newest recruited 'soldiers', they saw several groups of rebels on the sides of the streets. It seemed that if you stood still, you got sucked up somewhere, and if you stayed out of the way it was just like you just weren't. Like you didn't exist at all. Some were lucky enough to not have been drafted, but recentl
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