it’s death day

a special day.

a morning, afternoon, and evening that belongs to those of the dead.

every year, the air is tense and the clouds are dark. people around are drenched in fear.

they don’t want to be next.

the dead choose carefully, ones with the darkest future.

but today, on this death day, im certain.

the only light is from the sun peaking through the blinds, which isn’t often...

i am unique. everyone is unique and different in their own ways, but i have a job that is the most unique out of all of the variations.

i’ve watched the world for quite some time now. i’ve seen it’s darkest moments and it’s happiest moments. i’ve watched it go cold, and i’ve watched it go hot. throughout the gloom and guilt, i’ve been there, right by the world’s side.

i like to think ...

it’s been one year.

the earth has circled the sun one time.

three-hundred and sixty five days without him.

thirty five million heartbeats.

i still am in shock.

in shock from how long it’s been.

in shock from how it’s not been long at all.

it felt like it all happened yesterday.

i haven’t cried once yet.

but i feel as if sorrow follows me.

they all ask me how i’ve been pushing thr...

i’ve always hated the prompt, “share three interesting facts about you” that was given to me every school year. i would spend the whole period staring at the blank spot where my answer was supposed to be written. my mind would think of anything and everything, but i find nothing interesting about me.

my teachers would always scold me. they would annoy me with their, “you have to at least have...

it wasn’t easy. nothing about leaving is easy, but i wish it was. i regret not telling anyone, but they would’ve turned on me. i’ve tried everything to avoid it, to avoid my guilt and sorrow. leaving my past behind is a big thing to do.

i’m saying goodbye to the memories that were once made in my childhood home. i’m saying goodbye to the train tracks that i once stood on, searching for my t...