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Time is DeadTime is dead -
I killed her!
Wasted her away with the disease of my apathy
Trifling pointless pleasures
(gluttony and sloth)
but now, I regret,
for without her slowly reckoned hours,
Isn't all but for naught?
Die With ConvictionAs the first fingers of dawn reached out for me over the horizon, I prepared to make my final stand. I have to say, out of all the ways to die, I never expected that I would find my end waiting for me on the roof of an abandoned Wal-Mart. I certainly never thought I'd have to face it alone. The soft crunch of grit beneath my now tattered sneakers was the only sound as I rose to face the rising sun and look out upon the alien wasteland that had once been my home.
Although I had lived there my entire life, the city was almost wholly unrecognizable to me now. It was strange, like going back to visit your old grade school. Everything was so familiar and yet none of it quite fit with your memories. Like someone had demolished the whole place while you weren't paying attention and replaced it with an almost exact replica, with the details altered just enough to be uncomfortable. I could recognize the shape of my ho
Touch YouI want to touch you - softly
trace the hard lines
Fingertips shy, fleeting like love bright new
The hollow of your neck
Each touch a secret ward
A quiet magic
to keep you
to keep you
Though your warmth has long since faded
from my bed sheets.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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