… I see the light. For The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge, Glow and Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge, In the distance. Advertisements
Once I realized that posting my sappy poems on Facebook was too obtrusive, I stopped. I used to post every anniversary of my husband’s death. It was a cry of “Listen to me.” I now wait until someone reaches out to me. They’d PM me, especially if they have time to post something on…
I wish I had gone through with it.
Myths and lies are three-dimensioned and four-walled and require five senses. I believe in imagination. For The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Believe. 期待は期待はずれの元だから。
“You shall receive anything you desire,” she said. “Anything?” I queried. “Yes. A big toy, a small toy, anything.” “… Anything I want. …” “Anything. But, you must choose only one.” “I have one.” “Well?” I whispered the word into her ear. “But, you know what you’ll lose in exchange?” she studied my face….
… she says. For The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge, Pedestrian.
Don’t break me … Don’t fix me … Stay with me. For The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Deny.
Nature suffocates me. Humans isolate me. I prefer to stand alone, looking up at the sky, in the middle of a bustling city. 大自然の中で息苦しくなり、人間社会ではあまりにも孤独だから、いっそ、せわしい街中で、一人で空を見上げていたい。
For The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge, Windows.
Something inside me popped, dissolved, and died. The residue spread like a dark stain on a white shirt, getting bigger and larger, giving way. I waited for the stubborn struggle to dissipate, but, in the end, it closed in on me. Forgotten or despised, which is better? “Who is this?” or “I never liked…
When the first one fell, I cried. It tugged at my heart. Why does something so vibrant have to perish, I thought. I felt frightened. Then, I got used to it. Daily grind numbs your soul and makes you oblivious to many things. Dozens could be falling, and I didn’t even notice anymore. Remnants…
… layered, dark, and crumbly. For The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge, Layered, and daily prompt, Crumb .