Freedom of SpeechEvery secret I ever submitted was rejected, except for the one full of spelling errors. It seems fitting, because everything else I did to get myself into holding that secret was done incorrectly, so the secret itself was tainted by our mistake of trying to grow up without ever tearing off our swaddling clothes. The funny thing about the secrets that got rejectedFreedom of Speech in Other More Like This
(I am going to the number one undergraduate university in Canada, but I still regret never living my dream and going to a performing arts school instead)
(the only thing I ever kept from you is that I still love you, but I don't know how to make this work)
is that when I got the
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makes everything somehow right again
like my world has flipped around and i can finally
b r e a t h e
you make me someone i never thought i could be
someone i should be
but got lost somewhere along the way
i met you in a dark alleyway
both of us not wanting
both of us not wanting to be bothered
yet we connected as the stars lit up
but the stars are powered by
so take my hand one last time
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I'm coming undone.
There are flakes falling to the ground, soft and white. My breath steams around me, barely any warmer than the night air. I stare upwards, watching pieces of the sky come down. It has been a long time since I doubted my own sanity.
For this is a prison, you see. There is the hard slab of a bed and there are the bars and there I am, huddled as far into the shadows as possible. Maybe it's been too long since my wrists were chafed like this, but these walls are dark and ominous and I don't know if I'm getting out of here alive. They say they want to 'fix' it. Fix me. They're about four years too late.