i deleted that email you sent me two years ago
the one that detailed the curve of my hip in the palm of your hand
and how hours of video game marathons were better shared
a compilation of memories made up into a single desire
that reflected the one burning in the cage of my ribs that I refused to free
you broke up with me this last time three days before you remembered
the whiskey-soaked tears on my shoulders that dried by morning
and you repeating “I’m so sad” like it was a secret
i threaded my fingers through your hair and lied to you
saying that we would always be together
knowing that when you sobered up that it would end
you let me go while holding me so tight it almost hurt
the echo of that ache has yet to leave my bones
when you texted me on my birthday, i wanted to scream
instead we discussed the details of the Empire’s beauracracy
and whether Sith Lords get short-term disability
after my third glass of wine, i went searching through the archives
for proof that you had loved me
i only started to cry when i remembered i had already deleted it
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There are times when rejection feels like the status quo and the idea of success is terrifying.
I’ve been an aspiring (syn. struggling) author for many years now. I have figured out how to properly balance artistic desire with practical awareness, and now I’m able to eat without worrying that my meal will take away from buying gas. It’s been a hard-won battle, and one I’m glad is over.
The issue now is complacency.
I now have to fight against the comfortable, against sinking too deep into the pillows of my bed for fear that I will never rise again. Instead of fighting to type words onto the screen, I contemplate my upcoming Netflix marathon. Rather than worry about my upcoming audition, I sigh with relief that I can cover my student loan payments.
It’s a sweet, gentle lull, and if I’m not wary, it will suck me below the tide. Soon enough, ten years will have passed, and my novel will sit forgotten in my hard-drive and my theatre resume will wilt from disuse. And, the most terrifying thing I can imagine, is looking back and wondering “Where did all that time go?”
It’s good to count pennies and have Ramen nights once in a while. It reminds me of where I’m from. It reminds me of where I’m going.
“We need to strengthen such inner values as contentment, patience and tolerance, as well as compassion for others. Keeping in mind that it is expressions of affection rather than money and power that attract real friends, compassion is the key to ensuring our own well-being.”
He began his new life standing up, surrounded by cold darkness and stale dusty air.
But, that is not where this story begins.
It begins with bird and a star.
A bird whose songs caused willows to weep. Its voice rang through dusk and the dawn and all who heard were made beautiful.
A star who burned brighter than any of its brethren. It turned its ear towards the earth and heard the bird sing.
Stars are not meant to be moved, yet the star found itself moving to listen.The bird did not notice the star captivated with each note, unable to look away.
The bird did not notice a star fall in love.
Until, one night, the bird looked upwards and saw the star, bright with adoration. The bird felt starlight kiss its wings. When next it sang, the song was so beautiful the universe wept.
It was the first love song.
That’s not how the story ends.
The bird sang songs for its beloved until it died. The star collapsed with grief, the carbon of its corpse falling from the sky into the earth. Millions of years was all it took.
He began his new life standing up, surrounded by darkness. He opened his mouth to a song. Out of that darkness, a man came forward, his eyes like supernovas.
The man, who was once a star, reached out his hand. The man, who was once a bird, took it.
That is how the story begins.
My entry for Figment’s June Challenge
“We can make this a more peaceful century if we cherish non-violence and concern for others’ well-being. It is possible. If the individual is happier, his or her family is happier; if families are happy, neighbourhoods and nations will be happy. By transforming ourselves we can change our human way of life and make this a century of compassion.”
Now I have no idea why this song doesn’t have more views. Completely baffled.
If you are a World Cup fan you have heard this song in the Beats Game Before The Game commercial, and can I just say it’s F*ing awesome. Have a listen and I dare you not to bob your head.
Follow me into the Jungle!!!
World Cup Version