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I am a cloud. I was not always a cloud, but now that is what I am. I was born a little girl and was given my grandmotherâs name. I still find it funny that my name was not even my own. Anyway, it doesnât matter because I donât go by anything now and soon it will slip my mind.  My life is a peaceful one. I linger above in the great blue and I see the whole world. In the summertime, I would go cloud gazing with my brother on lemonade filled days but now I go people gazin...
TW: Brief mention of suicidal thoughtsWe had been dating for three years before we decided to end it. It was mostly mutual, or at least thatâs what we agreed to call it. I hated his red couch, and we sat there with stiff backs and fidgeting fingers. It was his home so he felt more in place than I did. My heart never settled in the crooks and angles of his muddy studio apartment. Isolated from the rest, the couchâs ...
Oddly rhythmic, sitting here like this. The jolting movement became a comforting dullness of my background. Like a baby still in its mothersâ belly, thatâs how we feel sitting here. There is no urgency or rebellion, only the self sedation of acceptance. Keeping count of time was impossible so I was unsure of when I became disconnected with my other half.I still knew of its existence but an anxiety-laced thought pro...
The rainy season came too early that year. It disrupted my ârailroad lifeâ as my mother called it when she was drunk and upset, which is also when she thinks sheâs the most clever. I hung up on her and continued to walk to work. When youâre already half soaked, thereâs not much point in seeking shelter.Naturally, my shoes werenât meant for the rain and my day became clouded with the uncomforting sensation of damp socks. I left a squeak behind with every footstep and my world was...
It would only take a second. A slight slip of my fingers underneath the shiny paper, a firm but gentle grasp so not even the faintest crease would damage the value of it. Philip probably wouldnât even notice it was gone, but then again his brain was full of muck and he didnât notice his own mother half the time. The bright red block of text popped out from the page like it was going to jump up and run awa...
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