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MoonlightI once was told, by a person who never met me, that I was similar to the moon. My emotions changed to the situation I was in as to what would be expected as an emotion, like if it was early morning, and I was just arriving at school after a long break, one would expect me to be tired, sad, or happy to be at school. I would choose the one emotion that people around me have, so I wouldn't stick out. Constantly hiding my true emotion, always. With the constant changes of emotions, he compared me to the ever changing moon.
This person said that I will tend to think more than the people around me, often confusing them if I let slip my thoughts. But is also a person people come to with their problems because they think I can help them when really I've been through a lot and am very understanding. I will also rely on facts and logic to make my decisions and to help others out. With a relaxed demeanor to hide my true emotions, I tend to hide the blows dealt to my heart from my friends.
UndecidedIt's so dark in here, and thanks to a tiny crack high above me, I can make out few rock and stick shaped shadows. Everything surrounding me is damp, so I try to find someplace dry. My hand hits something as I stand and upon examination, it seems to be a bone. Whose it is, I don't know, what I do know is that I must get out of here.
My hands find the rough, walls that seem to be sweating ice, and my feet find more bones. Tracing the walls, I fear there is no way out, and I realize water is gathering on the floor and rising. Panic sets in as the air gets heavy and the freezing water rises to my knees. Having gone around the room multiple times, I let my fears be confirmed there's no way out.
Getting away from the leaking walls to what is probably the middle, I try to calm down with no success. The water seems to be at my waist now and I can barely breath. With numb feet I try to move forward, only to slip, plunging face first into the freezing water. Struggling to get back to the surface
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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