There’s pain in my lower abdomen. And I can’t move anymore. Blood pools around me and the smell is enough to overwhelm. I can’t even feel sick anymore. The smell and the pain are so great that it’s become my entire existence. I know the more I think of the pain the greater it gets so I focus on my breathing. How do I breathe again? I can’t really remember but my body still does so it breathes for me.
I realize I’m still aware of my limbs but they won’t move. I’m scared to move them in case that makes things worse. I know I need to move but that’s impossible. If I move I’ll bleed out
Two sculptures I held in my hands,
I remember, so beautiful...
One was a bird, wings spread wide,
reaching far, far, far
The other was the ocean, clear and blue
Reaching deep, deep, deep
I smiled at these treasures,
clutching them tighter in my hands
I stood in the warm sun,
Everything so clear...so bright...
A lone cloud floated overhead,
and a cold sensation on my foot
It's raining, I thought and looked down
Water dripped from my hands
And terrified I opened them
My bird was no longer flying
My ocean no longer vast
Of course, I thought, Of course
How could I think they were anything else,
But ice
It was Career Day. But by the time you reach high school, Career Day doesn’t excite you anymore. Maybe if the firemen still came around and let you climb on their fire engine, it’d be a little more—oh I dunno, robust. And to be clear, I meant that statement the way it sounded.
But yeah, it was Career Day. Looking around at all the different booths, I just get kind of depressed thinking about how I’m going to have to choose something soon. In less than four years, I’ll either be in college or the workforce, earning my daily bread. The thought that life was going to swallow me whole and there was nothing I could d
...Even If You're Standing Alone by SkylarKale, literature
Literature
...Even If You're Standing Alone
Avery walked slowly to her classroom. High school students shuffled past, pushing past her like there wasn't enough time. She remembered rushing to class as a freshman, the terror of being late for class and getting detention swirling through her head. And yet here she was in her senior year. Not one tardy, not one detention, and she'd stopped rushing a long time ago.
She walked past a group of students congregated at the base of the stairs. They were all laughing or yelling at each other. They all dressed alike, not quite in uniform, and not quite on purpose, but they were strikingly similar. "It must be nice," she thought. "To l
A draft entered the nursery through the imperfect panes in the window. Outside the street lamp candles were flickering out. Beyond what light was left lay the nightmares of children's stories.
The wind howled, keeping two children in the nursery awake and unable to dream. They stared into the pitch, imagining grotesque creatures rising from their graves. An owl hooted and the children hid under their blankets. They saw the dirt floor open beneath their beds. Countless demons and monsters surged forth, hungry for souls.
The children screamed and ran to their parents in the next room. They pleaded and begged to be protected. The demons were c
This isn't goodbye.
But this elongated absence
Leaves me
Scared.
Unsure.
Blind.
The fact that you may never come back
Scares me.
What is this fear?
This abnormal feeling.
My hands shake.
My breath won't come.
I can't think.
I am confused.
About the future.
About the past.
Not knowing what to do next.
Walking forward,
And missing every turn.
My vision is blurry,
Dark.
I am scared.
I can't see.
All I am sure of are my feelings.
Of you.
Of me.
Of…
I retreat into my mind.
Now, all I can see
Is a memory of the light.
I walked slowly into the frigid January air
The Snow glittered as it caught
The first sleepy rays of the sun
Soft breathing echoes
From the Bear's cave
Not stirring until Spring's first gale
I slip on the ice and snow falls
Into the lake distorting the mirror
My reflection quivers for a moment
Then becomes calm and clear
The snow whispers a secret song
As an owl hoots in the distance
I face the sun
Bathed in its fiery breath
The atmosphere warms
And my skin begins to shine
There’s pain in my lower abdomen. And I can’t move anymore. Blood pools around me and the smell is enough to overwhelm. I can’t even feel sick anymore. The smell and the pain are so great that it’s become my entire existence. I know the more I think of the pain the greater it gets so I focus on my breathing. How do I breathe again? I can’t really remember but my body still does so it breathes for me.
I realize I’m still aware of my limbs but they won’t move. I’m scared to move them in case that makes things worse. I know I need to move but that’s impossible. If I move I’ll bleed out
Two sculptures I held in my hands,
I remember, so beautiful...
One was a bird, wings spread wide,
reaching far, far, far
The other was the ocean, clear and blue
Reaching deep, deep, deep
I smiled at these treasures,
clutching them tighter in my hands
I stood in the warm sun,
Everything so clear...so bright...
A lone cloud floated overhead,
and a cold sensation on my foot
It's raining, I thought and looked down
Water dripped from my hands
And terrified I opened them
My bird was no longer flying
My ocean no longer vast
Of course, I thought, Of course
How could I think they were anything else,
But ice
It was Career Day. But by the time you reach high school, Career Day doesn’t excite you anymore. Maybe if the firemen still came around and let you climb on their fire engine, it’d be a little more—oh I dunno, robust. And to be clear, I meant that statement the way it sounded.
But yeah, it was Career Day. Looking around at all the different booths, I just get kind of depressed thinking about how I’m going to have to choose something soon. In less than four years, I’ll either be in college or the workforce, earning my daily bread. The thought that life was going to swallow me whole and there was nothing I could d
...Even If You're Standing Alone by SkylarKale, literature
Literature
...Even If You're Standing Alone
Avery walked slowly to her classroom. High school students shuffled past, pushing past her like there wasn't enough time. She remembered rushing to class as a freshman, the terror of being late for class and getting detention swirling through her head. And yet here she was in her senior year. Not one tardy, not one detention, and she'd stopped rushing a long time ago.
She walked past a group of students congregated at the base of the stairs. They were all laughing or yelling at each other. They all dressed alike, not quite in uniform, and not quite on purpose, but they were strikingly similar. "It must be nice," she thought. "To l
A draft entered the nursery through the imperfect panes in the window. Outside the street lamp candles were flickering out. Beyond what light was left lay the nightmares of children's stories.
The wind howled, keeping two children in the nursery awake and unable to dream. They stared into the pitch, imagining grotesque creatures rising from their graves. An owl hooted and the children hid under their blankets. They saw the dirt floor open beneath their beds. Countless demons and monsters surged forth, hungry for souls.
The children screamed and ran to their parents in the next room. They pleaded and begged to be protected. The demons were c
This isn't goodbye.
But this elongated absence
Leaves me
Scared.
Unsure.
Blind.
The fact that you may never come back
Scares me.
What is this fear?
This abnormal feeling.
My hands shake.
My breath won't come.
I can't think.
I am confused.
About the future.
About the past.
Not knowing what to do next.
Walking forward,
And missing every turn.
My vision is blurry,
Dark.
I am scared.
I can't see.
All I am sure of are my feelings.
Of you.
Of me.
Of…
I retreat into my mind.
Now, all I can see
Is a memory of the light.
I walked slowly into the frigid January air
The Snow glittered as it caught
The first sleepy rays of the sun
Soft breathing echoes
From the Bear's cave
Not stirring until Spring's first gale
I slip on the ice and snow falls
Into the lake distorting the mirror
My reflection quivers for a moment
Then becomes calm and clear
The snow whispers a secret song
As an owl hoots in the distance
I face the sun
Bathed in its fiery breath
The atmosphere warms
And my skin begins to shine
It was Career Day. But by the time you reach high school, Career Day doesn’t excite you anymore. Maybe if the firemen still came around and let you climb on their fire engine, it’d be a little more—oh I dunno, robust. And to be clear, I meant that statement the way it sounded.
But yeah, it was Career Day. Looking around at all the different booths, I just get kind of depressed thinking about how I’m going to have to choose something soon. In less than four years, I’ll either be in college or the workforce, earning my daily bread. The thought that life was going to swallow me whole and there was nothing I could d
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Everything matters. Everything matters so much to everybody, and everything is so important that it all needs to happen simultaneously. And yet, it is so important that it is impossible for it to happen simultaneously. I am just one person, and everybody is just one person. They are only capable of doing one thing. Maybe two.
But everything matters so immensely. Everything, from the last atom is important. But because everything is important, it is all unimportant. Because we are just one person. Everything cannot be changed all at once and so it is not important because nothing can be done. If it does not happen all at once, then it doesn't
What am I afraid of?
I am afraid of being wrong, injections, leaving the person I most care about in the hands of an idiot. Not being able to protect the ones I care about. Losing. I am very afraid of losing, and being used. I am afraid of life swallowing me whole. I am afraid of medicine and doctors. I am afraid of being alone. I am afraid of leaving. I am afraid of people using this post against me. I'm paranoid of pretty much everything, but that's not fear exactly.
And even though I fear all these things, I will not be afraid of messing up, or trying. I will not be afraid to fail.
Bravery isn't looking death in the eye and having no fe
"A ship is safe in harbor, but that's not what ships are for."
"Some people confuse acceptance with apathy, but there's all the difference in the world. Apathy fails to distinguish between what can and what cannot be helped; acceptance makes that distinction. Apathy paralyzes the will-to-action; acceptance frees it by relieving it of impossible budens."
-Arthur Gordon
"That is the definition of faith--acceptance of that which we imagine to be true, that which we cannot prove."
-Dan Brown
"The greatest works are done by the ones. The hundreds do not often do much, the companies never. It is the units, the single individuals, that are the