I don’t know what time it is. I step outside onto my endearingly decorated porch in the cold, brisk air, and that tells me that it’s morning. I reach into my back pocket to find it vacant, then tap the rest of my pockets, searching. Where the hell is my phone? Maybe it can give me a clue or tell me anything that’s happened this past year. Let me backtrack and give you a little explanation:
Today I woke up on the floor of my spacious, blue bedroom soaked in sweat. I can’t believe I painted my room blue. Why would I do that? I hate blue. The last thing I remember was the New Year’s Eve party at my boyfriends sisters house. According to the puppy themed calendar on my fridge, that was one year ago, exactly. Today is New Years.
I swung open my blue painted door (why the fuck is everything blue?!) and waltzed back inside. I veer left, taking a sharp turn down the hallway and towards my room. Thank God I still know where that is. I start to inspect my room for clues, anything I can find that will tell me what I’ve missed. I open the top drawer on my dresser where I keep all of my important documents to see if there’s anything in there. The first thing I see is the title to my car in my name, but it’s not my car, it’s a Supra. I have a Supra now?!
After searching for a while longer and finding no other hints or indications as to what I’ve been doing this past year, I give up and go to the kitchen to make some peppermint tea. This is making me anxious. As I put the kettle on I hear keys jingle from outside, and the doorknob starts to move. What the hell? I live alone. I grab a kitchen knife from a drawer. Maybe someone stole my keys so they could come in and kidnap me. The door swings open, and a handsome, six foot something man with dark hair sporting a baby blue shirt, the color of everything In my house, stands at the entrance holding a pack of white claws. I’ve never seen this man before.
“Baby, I’m home!” He proclaims. Baby?!
He then takes in my appearance, my aggressive stance and my holding of the sharpest kitchen knife in the house.
“Why the hell are you holding a kitchen knife?”
“Because I live alone. Who the hell are you? This morning I woke up with absolutely no recollection of the past year and I’m confused to no end. And baby? What happened to my boyfriend James…?” I question sadly. I loved James.
“Oh honey, memory loss is common when dealing with a new trauma. And James is your ex boyfriend. He had a wife and kids the whole time he was dating you, told me during our therapy session.” He said sweetly.
“I’m dating my fucking therapist?! Oh god. What have I done.” I groaned
The End
There once was a magnificent kingdom Ruled by a less than graceful king But it didn’t matter because he was full of wisdom He won many wars and his legacy was flourishing The key ingredient in his success was how he was always optimistic Try as they may no one could ever stop him To think they could was just wishful thinking and unrealistic The crown sat magnificently on his head And a warrior lived inside him it was animalistic
An example is when your sweet, tart, juicy peach begins to rot You could take another bite but good it would be not Another example of decay is that faint lingering smell at an open casket funeral And if you ever lost someone you loved you wouldn’t find that last line humoral Decay is when a once white collar, kid friendly neighborhood becomes overrun with gangs and robberies This is when you come to realize that life is a commodity
Sweetness and softness were old friends seldom heard from As I hold the knife in my hand my heart beats in my chest like a drum Anger and aggression are now the only friends I know My heart is cold as ice like it rests in a bed of snow Strife and oppression are things I’m certainly familiar with The friends I had will surely start to drift Once they know what I have done My own brother stared deep into the barrel of my gun Running from the wolves because I’m so misunderstood I used to be so divine, so pure, and so good Oh where the time has gone Now I must burry the masses underneath my backyard lawn
I’m truly sorry for everything I put you through Unspeakable we’re the things that I would do I was manic and unmedicated, a canon ready to explode My actions were enough to make your head implode I know I can’t change the past or erase my mistakes But I can’t lose you now, ever high are the stakes My love for you has only since grown I want to make you feel like a king on a throne You say you forgive me but I know you’ll never forget Because of this I may always be filled with regret Thank you for giving me another chance The thought being with you makes me want to dance I’ll never go back and repeat the past I pray that forever is how long we last I love you
Strawberries; purity, sensuality, fertility, abundance, modesty Due to high vitamin c content, to your health they are a commodity Apples; good health and future happiness Their crisp, sweet taste makes them the opposite of nastiness Peaches; prosperity, happiness, sensuality, immortality They remind me of my childhood, so I eat them nostalgically Plums; perseverance and hope, as well as beauty thriving in an adverse circumstance They are quite delicious, if only you’d give them a chance
Trying something new Like traveling to an unknown city Stepping on the balcony just to realize there’s no beautiful view Your first week at a new job Going through orientation and training Only to find out, your new boss is a total snob Sometimes trying something new can be the start of something great Other times it can lead to disappointments Despite this, don’t be afraid of new beginnings, why wait?
Go the extra mile Pick up the trash you see in the street on your walk Hold the door open for the sweet old lady in a wheelchair Pick up an extra shift to cover for your sick coworker Make your significant other a decadent meal, but don’t leave out dessert and a bottle of good wine Braid your patients hair after you give them a shower Apologize for the things that weren’t your fault, but things that upset or hurt someone else Be a shoulder to cry on for a stranger in need Leave positive feedback about a product or service by leaving a kind yelp review Doing the bare minimum or simply skating by will only get you so far in life Above and beyond is where the stars lie, after all
Time is of the essence When we met, you truly valued my presence Things got rough, arguments, infidelities, and drugs Now the only thing I truly crave is your hugs Time and distance can never keep us apart Baby boy our love is nothing less than art You help me keep my chin up when things get rough Your kisses are something that I can never get enough We slept outside, pouring was the rain Sometimes my insecurities wonder, from me what you have to gain Please don’t ever leave me or give up I’d pour myself half empty just to fill your cup
Somberness is like a dark sky filled with beautiful and shining stars, but the stars are all concealed up by clouds. It is as dreary as cancelled plans to go chill at a water park with friends, ruined by a rainy day. Have you ever loved someone so dearly, that you’d do any and everything to see them smile, but they simply do not reciprocate those feelings and they’d rather only stay for a while. Fleeting happiness is worse than long term somberness, because those short, beautiful moments of ecstasy being gone is worse than hell. Somberness is similar to traveling to a field of sunflowers, only to find they’re not yet in bloom. Somberness is the reason why 800,000 people a year commit suicide; they simply couldn’t take the feeling any longer. Suicide prevention hotline: 800-273-8255