Not everyone is wearing black.

I thought black represented death, mourning, respect towards the person you lost.

Old ladies have crumpled tissues in hand

Smiling as tears build in their eyes.

All hushed voices, like making a loud noise will wake up the deceased.

Kids are quite, but they don’t know why.

They play with the dolls their parents brought to distract them from the somber event.

Somber...

I think something’s wrong with me.

I don’t cry often.

When was the last time I _did _cry?

I can’t remember…

What I do remember is

The purging of tears from my body felt good.

The release of stress, anxiety

Letting the wall down felt so good,

After holding them up for so long

Trying to repair the crack in my own.

I let it break.

Let the surge of salty tears come rushing out

until there is nothing...

I hear nothing besides the creak of wood

And the settling of the water.

A ripple gently rocks my life

As angry storm clouds start to roll in.

I prepare the best I can.

Securing the ropes, and loose supplies to the deck.

The rain starts to pound the boat

making the deck slippery

I try to keep my balance as heavy waves splash the sides,

Threatening to send me overboard.

I hold tight to the mast a...

The stars were what she liked most about the sky.

Then, they started to fall.

Blinking out of existence in the blackness

and coming to rest on earth

Before sinking into its core.

She tried to catch one,

Feeling its heat against her finger tips before slipping past.

She watched them fall, land then sink.

One after another after another.

The ground became hot.

The air became colder.

And the core o...

I’ve created a monster!

Horrid and grotesque,

It is bit what I hoped for

Or what I set out to create.

We’re all doomed!

I had a vision

Of something wonderful that couod help

Change the world

Create a better world for all.

I was so wrong.

It was innocent to begin with

And innocent idea that now lays waste

To everything it sees.

I’m sorry.

I’m so, so sorry everyone....

All is quite quiet out in the marsh.

You hear the reeds brush against each other

The quite chirp of insects

And the slow movement of crocs in the water.

Above it all, you hear is your heartbeat.

In your ears

Throughout your body the thrumming

Bump-bump of your heart

as you guide the boat along the waters surface.

The slightest brush of the paddle

Disturbing the tranquil silence ever so often.

Yo...

All in a golden afternoon,

Under the skies of cloudless blue.

I look up to see clouds like balloons

And baboons.

Oh what a silly thing life is

All meetings and living to work.

Why,

I want to work so I can live

Or just not work at all!

What a sad thing life could be

If I wasn’t a child forever.

I will be, you see

Because I willed myself to just stop!

Stop growing up.

The clouds stay moving but I...

They sit there, hands clench around each others

As if they are the others lifeboat, keeping them from drowning in their feelings.

Straighten the spine

Deep breath

Shoulder back

Walk.

They notice me out of the corner of their eyes

Before I say anything.

The rush me, asking questions

Wanting to make me their lifeboat.

I can’t be their lifeboat, though.

It’s not good, I’m sorry.

They crumple ba...

Lying in the grass

Feeling it tickle as my ankles.

I stare up at the multitude of stars in the night sky.

How vast the universe is.

How many other planets that must contain

Some sort of other life forms!

The idea! Oh, it makes you wonder

Doesn’t it?...

Now sleep…

Wait!

Something off, not right.

What is it, what is it?

Trash! The trash!

I forgot to take the trash out!

What time is it? 12:32am

No time now, just remember

Trash, trash, trash.

Take the trash out in the morning.

Trash, trash, trash

Don’t forget about the trash, trash, trash....