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Prelude. White. Everything was white. The light was white, as well as the taste of the wind. She was white. Her aura was white. The hormones in his head were white. The touch from her caressing the back of his neck was also white. She looked down upon him, blue eyes like reflecting diamonds. Her red hair hovered over him. Gently brushing against his cheek. Her smile was white. Pure.     He began to fuss. "Shush, now." She spoke without breaking her white smile. "Shush now, Michael. Everything will be the same. Everything will never strange. Everything will be melancholy, unless you change." He groaned, yearning for her to speak agai

Indifferent divine with the chaos of time. The old and wise, the wrinkled and desperate. Two fragments of a person kept separate. Independent in your own grime. No escaping, no faking. No fear and no blaming. Dreams constructed from memories. Gas being cheaper then groceries. Time,

Closed in walls I cannot seem to get out of. My peers laugh with me but I'm the plague when I'm this way. My life seems perfect. With food and water at an endless supply. However, under the blanket of perfection is a rotten heart. I'm not okay, nor will I never be. A problem I have is un-curable. The mask I put on to be more likeable. Has holes where my peers and my family can see my true face My tall stature is nothing more than an apparition. My body is nothing less than disgusting. My smile is nothing but a fib. My mind is nothing short of brilliant...a burden no one seems to see. So, why bother writing this if no one will re