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Sheets of coffee-stained paper sit near the mouse, yet that’s too far from the bin.
The keyboard is having a hard time accepting these old fingers don’t work the way they used to, yet the words continue to form on the screen.
The Witch wishes for her Familiar to be closer, so they can find a spell for the shit way this day is going.
Wet feet lightly tiptoe through the chilly grass.
There’s a dreamlike quality to this night as the fog sets into the moonlit garden.
Nadia pauses at a rose. One of those gut feelings tells her to run, but she’s frozen solid as fear grips her tightly.
Moving, she screams as her beloved kitty pops out of the tree and becomes entangled in her nightie.
You sit at your desk. A coffee fragrance clutters the air; clicking keyboards fade away.
You’re with a king having beautiful babies or sitting quietly in a grand garden contemplating the fate of worlds.
Your Reverie gives your eyes a dreamlike quality as you fade away.
Sakura Chiyo is 5.
Sakura’s pigtails bob and jiggle as she points a toe here, does a twirl there, or moves gracefully.
There’s nothing between heaven and earth to stop a bright heart full of light.
Then her ballet feet dance. A lithe, she captivates the nature spirits with her soul.
She spends her time picking up old plastic bottles, finding half-eaten food, sipping on best past beverages, and nipping in and out of the supermarket bins.
A waif with no mother to hug her and no father to play games; she is alone, yet when the moon is full and shines upon her face, then the stars gather to tell her of the better days ahead.
“I remember when we wagged PE. It seems not so long ago, right?“
“Yeah, but then you left in grade 10. Just like that, my friend’s gone.“
“I know. It was out of my control.“
Thinking how we reminisce about 25 years ago, like yesterday, “It’s great to see you.“
“You too.“
She sits by the water.
The river moves by as fish take a peek now and then.
“Do they know my broken heart?” she wonders as nature’s carpet touches her feet.
A clumsy fish wiggles toward her then retreats.
A teardrop falls into the river.
The fish swims away.
The burning embers of our love blow along the wind to run up and down our skin. We came from a place only the Dragons knew, yet it was a place of passionate fire.
We had it all until you tore a hole through my heart, and I smashed our love into shards of crystal.
We stand in the silent darkness waiting for the earthquake to crush what is left of our love and return it all to the dirt ash.
My chest aches and yours broke;
still, I wish we hadn’t fucked it all into pieces.
You play the violin as sad tears drip from the bow of horsehair you wield so well.
Strings hear the echoes of your many sorrows, as they become vibrations and sounds, to ripple along your ivory skin.
Memories of your lovers flow into the wood to haunt the players of your violin.
A lawyer with a deep love for cooking and longing for sunshine cooks when he can.
Sad and overworked, he pools all his funds into what he loves, quits his job, and becomes a Chef.
No more nasty Principals with red pens; now it’s vanilla slices, beef burgundy, and banging the sexy waiter.
C & K 