‘Hero, you are our last hope against the evils of tyranny.’ Next. ‘The forces of Dark Sorcerer Xashar have descended on our peaceful realm, murdering our village folk and sapping this land of its natural resources.’ Next. ‘Will you lend us your strength and help vanquish this villain that holds dominion over us?’ Accept. ‘Thank
You’re an okay, let’s go. You’re an I’ve got to know. You’re an I want to wisen. You’re a chase that horizon. I’m a let’s take it slow. I’m a maybe and no. I’m a steadily planned it. I’m a can’t understand it. You’re a clubs and two bars. You’re a dancing on stars. You’re
There were imperfections.
The eyelashes were too uniform, and a heavier grade than the hair. It shouldn’t have bothered him, but he spent so much of his time seeing them up close. The eyes, however, were perfect. Expensive. Worth every cent. The fabricated recreation was, to him, breathtaking. Breath.
You’ll never know the ‘me’ I came to be – my mind, minutiae and filigree – we’ll never share a witty repartee or get to stand in solidarity. Your being there was not a guarantee, such is the way of our reality; dependency, and then an absentee, but here we are inside my memory.
Happy living in ignorance. A strange material has enveloped the world, cradling and blinding humanity. What I sadly am referring to is a remarkable dependence on technology and material possessions. Girl ignores teacher. Driver ignores pedestrian. Baby ignored by parent. We supposedly are at the zenith, living with the assistance of objects, in gratitude and