Upon a Pedestal (Ramblings, Pt. 2)
Was it unfair for me to stow this extra weight upon your shoulders? The combined mass of all that is me? Not to a shallow emotional extent, but to an…
Was it unfair for me to stow this extra weight upon your shoulders? The combined mass of all that is me? Not to a shallow emotional extent, but to an…
It was the summer of transition. It was the summer of final adventures trying to be squeezed into too short of a time, long and endless nights spent out under…
My hand scribbles “good luck”s and “all the best”s on sweating paper that cringes in stress. The words are weightless and their meanings fade into whispered…
This has been a nervous week for Eric. A couple of weeks ago, he met in passing his first girlfriend. They chatted for a few friendly moments, catching up. She…
She shivered from winter’s bite. “Oh, you’re cold!” He grabbed the blanket from beside him. He wrapped it around her, “There we are. Better?” She nodded and…
“This isn’t fair! A choice between... this... and death is no choice at all!” I screamed at her. “If you didn’t want this, your body would have rejected the…
*Its 12:14 AM, New Years Day, January 1st 2010.* I get into bed and slide under all four blankets, in my tank top and shorts pajamas that my mom never…