Goldie Finn and the little girl stared at each other. He wonders what her name may be. What kind of little girl is she? She sees all the different types of people come in, day in and day out. She wonders if she’ll ever be able to go out into the world with them. Or if her life will be forever confined to the walls of the aquarium tank. Her mom says she shouldn’t fret about such things. Her mom was born in the tank, just like Goldie. So she thinks it’s silly for her to look out and and aspire to live in a world that she never will be a part of. But Goldie doesn’t think so. Which is why she looks pleadingly in the little girls eyes, hoping maybe she could take her home with her.

I’m so mad That I love you, that I can’t get you off my mind. I hate that when you walk in the door I don’t know whether to express excitement or cry. As quick as u boost me up, just as easily you’ll bring me down. As soon as I give you my trust, you make me take it right back again. Are u worthy of my love? Am I worthy enough to give it to you. You make me question my self, my own inner being. My own value. You make me ask, am I the reason you act the way that you do? Am I the reason you have an attitude? Am I the reason your patience is gone? Am I the reason your tone is so harsh and you always roll your eyes? Is it me or is it you? Does the answer even matter? Does it matter when as much as I hate you, I love you the same way?

If your hand could reach inside of my heart, what would you do with it? Would you tenderly kiss it and hold it with care? Would you crush it like overripe tomatoes in your hand? Would you stitch the pieces together that others have broken before? Would you juggle it around and then drop it on the floor? Would you “accidentally” scratch it, marring the surface some more? Would you cut it in half, to put half inside your soul? Whatever you chose, would it hurt me or would it make me feel better? Lover of mine, would you hurt me or make me feel better?

A boy and a girl in the room sitting next to each other but miles apart. Sitting contemplating what the other is thinking but not quite ready to hear out loud. Across from them is a therapist, a lady unknown to either. They are both afraid to let secrets spill from their lips. They don’t know if they’re ready to handle it. They risk it all for a chance to move closer in their hearts. Really they are a man and woman better yet a man and his wife but today it seems they’re not much more than strangers sitting thigh to thigh on the doctors couch. Waiting, simply waiting, for a bridge to get back to each other.

Detective Simmons looked down at the victims hand. She noticed they were tipped perfectly in a French manicure. This suggested to her that the young woman had something other than her own death planned for the evening. That and the victims sexy red panties that were just peeking out from the under her short leather skirt. This likely was an act done by someone she knew or at some point wanted to get to know better. Whichever it was detective Simmons would get to the bottom of it as she always did.

Chloe’s giggles when I tickle her cute feet. Shane’s kisses and hugs but he’s a tween so it’s discreet. Christians cuddles, morning snuggles, he holds me tight. Or Tony’s more adult affections much to my delight. His kisses firm yet featherlight The adoration of my family is simply contentment and a treat. To know how much I am loved feels like a conceit. But alas I’d tell the world these are the ones who make my life complete.

One day by some seemingly magical turn of event, Lily’s world becomes more than black and white. She looks in the sky and beyond the blinding white she can see the haze of the brightest yellow in the sun. She then looks around her surroundings to see what else she may be able to see through her new found point of view. Along the path to her front door she sees bright bursts of the color in the sunflowers, their petals leaning toward her slightly, as if searching for her hands to pluck them. She runs inside, eager to grab one of the firm yet sweet bananas on her kitchen counter. For the first time, it’s formidable color is able to entice her along with its sweet smell. Thirsty, she then slices into the fresh lemons her mother keeps in the fridge. She squeezes them into her awaiting mouth before filling the glass to make a fresh cup of lemonade. This yellow is a pale but tantalizing color. She can almost see the citrusy goodness bursting out of the glass. And imagines her body filling up with the vitality of vitamin C.