Going Back
I don’t remember how this dream started, only that it was serious enough for me to leave home.
In fact, I was so far away from home I was on another planet. I remember walking up these huge, silver stairs and walking out to a balcony. I looked out into the darkness, gripped the railing, and felt my stomach drop below my feet. I started shaking and trembling. Then I started crying.
But not the kind of crying where tears are silently rolling down your cheeks. The kind of crying where your whole body crumples into itself, and your heart clenches, and you try to gasp for air but you can’t, your mouth just hangs open in a silent scream.
As I was crying and wailing, “I need my boyfriend, I need to be with him,” all the creatures of the city turned up and stared at me sympathetically. They weren’t frightening, in fact they were kind of fantastic looking. All they could do was stare.
The god of the planet came to me and told me there was only one way I would be able to return to my boyfriend again. I could either stay on this planet, or I could go back in time to my first year of high school, with all the memories that I have, and re-live my life. I chose going back in time in hopes of finding him and starting our relationship again.
Then I woke up.
Happy two years, my love.
If I had to re-live high school I would make sure I was a different person.
Ties
I feel that I will always be tied to you. The ties may tangle and strain, but they will never break. Not even time will rust them, for like green trees they strengthen with age. I have the key to unlock the ties and let us loose. I have the power to choose others. But I do not want that, not tonight and not even when the sun rises again. I want you and I have you. I will always be tied to you.
Tumblefolk, I made another video. I hope you enjoy it like I do.
.
Cheers.
I love what this kid does.
My green lights around my window have finally burnt out…
Now how can I sleep?
told you these curls were real.
HONEY WE’RE DOING IT WRONG
3:16am
tonight’s the night to sleep with my elephant.
my oh my, what an interesting evening…
philly tomorrow.
sleepnow.
7:45pm
it all changes with the leaves and goes with the wind.
how i mend the splinters into bridges, i have yet to discover.
when did this happen?
“help us! you gotta help us!” a woman cried. i swiveled around to see her, but her shape was shroud in shadow. she reached out to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me into a room.
we were a couple of stories up from the ground. it was nighttime. the woman had disappeared. i stared out the white windows, the paint on the panes chipping and flaking off, and saw the world burning. everything was falling apart.
people were gathered in a hallway where the lighting was dim, if there was any. i shuffled past them, my mind set on finding someone. eventually i came to a small room with a scruffy man sitting in a chair, his features dimmed by the low light. he looked up at me.
“you’re looking for something, aren’t you?” he asked.
“yes,” i said. i noticed he was holding a blue collar and leash in his hands.
“it’s the one that blew out its knees, right?” the man looked at me, his expression saying that he knew where i could find what i needed.
i envisioned my dog, a border collie, attempting to leap up but only collapsing on his belly. the man clipped the collar around his neck.
