There were many passersby to spectate but I sat with a hollow misery in my chest, a dark chocolate mocha tucked to the corner of the table beside my laptop. I had walked there with a heavy heart, eyes and lips red and swollen from tears as I listened to a song I had long since forgotten from my tumultuous youth. The day was unseasonably warm, the sun an ironic twist against my face. I deliberated ... » Continue Reading
"One of the key characteristics of Romanticism is the tendency is to Side with the underdog." My eyes drifted to the word Morpheus underlined in deep red, bracketed by red hearts, the lettering slightly mangled and spotted by the photocopy job. "furthermore, the romantics were preoccupied with the sublime-- not that which was traditionally beautiful, but awesome, terrifying." I felt a bit bett... » Continue Reading
The shop was a fragrant and warm reprieve from the rain and the cold, though I had no intention of buying any of the overpriced kitschy glittery gift-shop mystic merchandise on the shelves. The girl behind the counter, a bespectacled blond in earthenware with microbangs, greeted me upon my entry. I fondled the dangling automatized pendulum of a contraption labeled "decision maker' and asked it whe... » Continue Reading
I'd barely managed to leap out of the way before the car came to a halt, my legs tangling and knees knocking together like a deer evading headlights. I considered delivering a swift kick to the bumper with my demonias, but ultimately decided against it. Anyone crazy enough to attempt vehicular assault was likely not someone in which to engage in escalation, especially with my only defense against ... » Continue Reading
The pop song playing a dorm down seemed haunting a sallow through the concrete walls as the hot water assailed my scalp. I was overly familiar with the sonorous distortion that distance creates, especially with beautiful sought after things such as song. "thank you." The boy jogged forth to catch the door I'd held open. My coffee tasted sweeter, the kindness of a stranger. Too often do I fall v... » Continue Reading
you keep stopping when you could be walking looking at the pictures on the wall you keep quiet when you should be talking you just don't make any sense at all Panic seized me until I shoved the errant thought into the mentally manifested construct of my compartmentalization. Torrid, slate gray cabinets tapering into an aisle of darkness. This is my most clearly defined mental "room", it's vivid... » Continue Reading
Like pinpoints on a map, I search for intersections in which I might encounter the strange. I perceive the world through a series of vortexes and leylines. With that comes a sort of ambling blindness for the present in pursuit of a foggy and distant future to which I might escape. Through this, I find escape has always been my objective. A documentary projected onscreen about the lost libraries o... » Continue Reading
I am not hiding I am not hiding It's the only combatant I have against the malfunction of my inner mechanics, what leaves me to slowly ruin my prospects while being self aware enough to witness to it. " The first time I met you, I remember it vividly for some reason." I did too. The meeting left me with a leaden heart as I thought of what could have been were I not Someone too nervously afflic... » Continue Reading
There is some one myth for every man, which if we but knew it, would make us understand all that he did and thought. W. B. Yeats I miss England. The thought comes to me randomly as I sit with an iced mocha flanki » Continue Reading
"Exspecta. momento exspectare, scio te?" Is eam per rimarum densarum ormatum spectaculis intuens, per internum visorum catalogum discurrens. "Vidi te, novi te." Risit, sciens, et ludus. Somnium fecerat ei Dominus tentator; Verisimile esset evigilare sine multa memoria qui adulationem in vultu tenebat, modo obscurum subconscious mulieris impressionem subridens subridens et vultu non satis loco... » Continue Reading
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