Okay so I love my mom and I'm proud of my family and I adore my best friend and I have this house that I call home and my cat, oh he's the sweetest and even the cracks in the ceiling at my school are familiar and I know the noises the stairs will make when I walk up them but here's the thing.
When we were driving really fast in that black Uber car away from New York City, everything that I knew started to melt and for some reason, this feeling in my chest rose up and I knew it was right.
Winter is beautifully cruel— A glittering knife slicing hope in half, wild winds battering, smashing, tearing shingles off rooftops, hail smacking icy pavement and shattering car windows.
Winter is so elegant, a dancer on pointe Gliding on tip-toes, leaving a trail of frost, yet also dangling icy daggers on the edges of roofs, stringing them about town as tinsel placed delicately on trees.
Winter is deceptive; I go outside and take a breath of fresh, freezing air, my eyes open wide and snowflakes hold my attention, twirling down, down, down to the snow-covered ground. I take a step of jubliation, but fall right through— Down, down, down, sinking lower and lower, trapped in the beauty I yet admired.
The icy crystals were so wonderful, so perfect and glimmering, so prettily arranged, they left me breathless under the weight of my admiration,
I have never been in the minority anywhere. I’ve always fit in and got the best opportunities. Moving to a 10% white student school was different and nerve wracking. I’m not nervous around people of color, I grew up with people of color and don’t really acknowledge that they’re a different race than me. Just not knowing anyone in a new school and being in the minority racially was a little scary. I wasn’t worried that I would get beaten up or anything like that I just am socially awkward and get scared in these types of situations. For once my race would affect how i am treated and how much respect I get.
Do not be afraid to spit them out. I find nothing better than your pretty locution. I crave no more than your carved vocables. I know I do not know myself how to use them in the three-dimensional world, but you do. And mine may spread like water across a page, but yours fill my mouth, and my mind. And I swallow them whole and only want more. And I feel things when you use them. So I’ll take another glass. Please fill me up. Fill. Me. Up. With your words.
I thought I saw a two headed dog today and it still feels like there is sun on my back where its eyes stared right through me, and yet even though i’m supposed to come back down to earth each time I wake up sometimes it feels like I never do,
so each bath I take I like to make waves and sometimes it feels like I lose myself in each wave I make, but the feeling of watching those waves roll away, curiously taking me to see where they disappear to is serene,
same as the way watching the sunset disappear after creating a brilliant show in the sky where people have kissed and cried and even died beneath it, is serene, except someone always comes in to ask me to remember things from a long time ago
like that will help the monotonous splashes of color in my prefrontal cortex that I never trust to make the right decisions like, soup or sandwich, coffee or tea,
crush (verb) to deform, pulverize or force inwards by compressing forcefully
that’s how my body felt every time he walked by pulverized and compressed. every inch of my being all of a sudden unable to function, is this why it is called a crush? because you literally feel like you are being crushed?
just him, his whole being, being wonderful, being kind, being him. crushing me the cold snow on by back as we lay next to each other on the snow, under the moon, me seeing shooting stars him not. me shivering him not me being in love him maybe not.
As I glide through the deep blue sea, I see something white, and blue, and tuby, all I can think is to take a chance, to eat this free food, It's calling out to me to eat it, though I have never seen anything like it before. As my mouth sinks into this odd feeling, I try to chew it as it goes down my throat, but it won't budge. It's angry at my throat and not letting go, i'm choking. After a few minutes, My eyelids are bricks. Now i'm sinking down, into the deep blue sea.
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