“Wait up!” I let out a deep sigh, “And, prey, do tell why on earth you think I would do that?” I said the words confidently, turning around to face him. “Well, I didn’t but look there you’ve stopped, haven’t you?” I hadn’t even noticed. I kept walking. “Look, I know you hate me, but come on, it’s not like there’s much we can do. I mean, you heard what he said: ‘no one crosses the border alone’ ...

I have to make a choice. My father or my mother. They are divorced, and they each have a path the want me to take. My father wants me to be a journalist and my mother wants me to be a geologist. And they’ve boat said, in far more words, that if I chose the option that will oppose their’s that they will not love me (more or less). So now I have to be the one thing I’m not: decisive. Everyone know...

It’s 10 P.M. The city is dark We’re on the highway doing 70 on a 45 The windows are down It’s 65 degrees outside The wind is blowing my hair all over the place MARINA and Paramore are blaring through the speakers My best friends is beside me We don’t talk We just sing And suddenly it occurs to me Everything is just as it is meant to be....

“You get offended far too much!” Oh, I probably should stop that “You don’t stand up for yourself enough!” That isn’t what was said in the past

“You don’t need to work yourself to the bone!” I’ll just relax and take time for me “Come on! Get out of your comfort zone!” Fine, I guess I’ll be lacking of sleep

“You need to not think of the future so much!” Ok, I’ll just do what I want right now “Why...

“I hate you!” They yell without thinking first “Your awful!” They scream and they let out a curse It’s fine, life goes on, nothing to be seen Unless the receiver’s emotion runs free

If anguish fights containment and the former does win And salt water burns from their eyes to their chin Now strangely you begin to regret what you’ve done And nothing will fix it until it’s _un_done

It boggles the m...

I’m on my way to an interview for my possible new job in New York City. People are frantically walking all around, each person zoned in on their agenda, trying to get to they’re destination as fast as possible. I observe several people that- for some reason- stick out to me on my way. I try to imagine a background for them all. A tall dark skinned lady with the most extraordinary hair brushes aga...

“I’m sorry for your loss.” I look over my shoulder to see who it talking to me. It’s a tall man with short black hair, a relative of some sort, but I can’t remeber who he is. “Mm.” I don’t know what to say, how are you supposed to respond? Should I say “thank you”, I’m not thankful. I look back at the cascet at my diseased mother, her cold hands look dry and and her eyelids heavy. The man behind ...

That doesn’t look right, But its doesn’t look wrong. It seems like it’s all fine, But there’s surely a problem.

In my heart I see something strange, Though I’m sure that its not so. I’m sure I’m just deranged, But something still feels out of flow....

I’m sitting in my room, cuddled up with a mound of plushies and some chocolate while I watch Anne with an E for the seventh time, when I hear the door downstairs open with a little bang. Not completely unusual, It’s probably just my brother, that door gets jammed a lot anyway. So, I think nothing of it. But then I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Ok yeah that not normal, those steps don’t mat...

“Man, I can’t believe I’m gonna be late! I’m literally never late! Hopefully I don’t get a write up.” “OH, GOD THERE’S AN OLD MAN IN FRONT OF YOU, SLAM ON THE BREAKS, YOU’RE GOING 40, DEAR LORD.” “RUN HIM OVER! IT’S HIS OWN FAULT!” “What? Omg, NO! Why would you even suggest that? I’m slamming on the breaks!” “HONK!” “OK, I will honk, though.” “You probably shouldn’t have done that, he’s just I hel...