I’m so sorry my dearest… who ever’s done this to you. I hate the world on days like this.
It just came to me out of nowhere, but I think his name was Mr. Mock. He was the gym teacher who made elementary school ten times more fun, especially for extremely playful kids like myself. Why would anyone want to sit around, study, and get lost in messed up thoughts when you could beContinue reading “Mr. Mock”
As if it was just last year
Maybe we’ll always be in this place, where you’ll be the beast and I’ll be… Forever under this spell Standing by the cliff and always wanting more Flying with the dry white dandelions that take me somewhere, higher and higher In a revolving world inside a glass enclosure Where I sleep amid flowers Dreaming asContinue reading “Spell”
I see the words fuzzily dance up and down, slowly, in the computer screen ahead. I sit and stare just as she would, for what seems like a long time with no other plans in my life. And only then, does my mother make complete sense to me.