Detective Elijah Mitchell had not been sleeping well for the past few weeks because of some disturbing dreams, a distinct girl's voice whispering into his ear, beckoning him, "Help me, Eli!" He had woken up in a furious sweat after each occurrence, the first few times the voice was(more) quiet, and yet the voice grew louder each night he had tried to sleep. These recurring dreams had left him feeling nervous, restless, and overly cautious.
"Who are you?", he yelled out into the darkness after another rude awakening. No answer came, and Eli paced around his loft apartment restlessly trying to find out why he can't get this girl's voice out of his head. He looked out the windows, and then shut every blind in the apartment, checked every lock and bolt to ensure his safety, and ran back to his bed to pull his pistol out from underneath the mattress.
His vision suddenly went dark and he saw the face of a young girl dimly illuminated by a faint blue light. She looked asleep, her hair drifting about as if she were slowly sinking in water. Eli felt compelled to stop her from drowning for some reason, and then as if she noticed his instinct, she opened her eyes and turned towards the Detective arms outstretched. Eli felt her cold hands, and looked into her eyes and saw that her eyes were cold and dim as if she were recently dead. "Who are you?", he tried to ask her as muffled bubbles came out instead of words. The girl responded by pointing upwards towards the light, so he swam upwards. Reaching the surface, he saw around him an unfamiliar bathroom. He shared a bathtub with a naked girl, and a smoking toaster.
Eli abrubtly woke again in a sweat.(less)
I lost sense everytime you passed by or everytime you're nearby.
I lost MY sense. And to make everything worse, I could even hear my own heartbeat as my blood pressure got tense.
People would say it is normal to react that way. It simply meant tha(more)t I really like you, that's what they said about me behaving that way.
It probably is normal, but if I cannot cope with it, will I end up in the corner, staring at everybody and criticise with an excessive amount of artificial wit?
If only I can act as casual as I were in the cyber, saying 'hi sup yea you like Owl City? looking forward for Insidious 2? wow I like chocolate mint ice cream too!' things will get -at least 500%- better.
It always happens this way. I made 0 efforts in getting to know my crush and at night I endlessly rant about how he doesn't know my existence--super gay.
"Hey dad, what happened to your wings?"
"What wings sonny?"
"Your golden wings. Remember? The ones you told me about."
"Oh yeah. Well, I cut them off son."
(more) "I had too. They got too heavy."
"I can imagine. My clothes get heavy and draggy when they get wet."
"I wish you had them right now."
"I would really like to see you flying. You said that when I turn eleven you would take me with you and visit mom in the sky."
"I did. Didn't I?"
"So, why did you cut them off before taking me to see mom?"
"They got too heavy son. I could not carry them anymore. I would try to fly but they would pull me down. I wanted to move on but they kept me in the same place. At one point the feathers grew so much that they almost suffocated me when i slept." A tear escaped my eye.
"Thanks son. One day you would grow your own wings and you will fly to the sky. Then you will see your mom."
"When is that going to happen dad?"
"Once you are old enough to bear the burden of carrying these wings. See, they are really heavy to carry."
"That sounds amazing. I can't wait to fly to the sky and visit my mom. But you said that she lives there with other moms."
"Yes son, i did say that."
"How will I know who is my mom?"
"That is easy. You just walk up to the Golden Gate keeper and ask for her."
"Good. Wait! I know her name, Melissa. But what is her last name?"
"Goldwing my son."(less)
A swing set
It sounds so simple right?
To swing back and forth
To feel like you're flying
But it's not that simple
Because you're not going anywhere
(more) You never truly can move forward
It's like being stuck
At a single point in life
And never letting go
So instead of moving on
Instead of moving forward in life
You just stay there and
Swing back and forth
Between past and present
Hoping and dreaming
But never truly pursing
Your hope or dreams
Slowly becoming lost
And gradually losing
Your sense of self.(less)
It began with the cats,
One day they started foaming at the mouth,
running in circles, diving into the sea
to their own deaths.
(more) “Cat suicide fever”
they called it.
Then it hit Masamori’s dog,
one evening he started
barking, running madly
In the morning he was dead.
Then Yasuhiro was born
he could do nothing but cry.
the doctors said.
(He died before he was five.)
Hidden in the reefs of the Shiranui Sea
for too long
fish had been dying too,
turning up on their bellies
Crows and seagulls were raining
from the skies.
Kogai-gen, the beginning of pollution.
Only the beginning
for grown men making money
Only the beginning
of their heedless flooding
of the sea, the air, the land.
Only the beginning
of a disease that would ravage and destroy
peoples’ minds and hearts
and eventually their lives.
As the industrialists lost their senses
the townspeople lost theirs too.
But Minamata was a town before it was the disease
a town like yours
"Come on, man! What are you thinking?!" Orrie's voice took an unusual shrill tone that meant he was truly scared. "Jesus Christ!" He hoisted Harry's half-limp body off the couch, noticing how very light it felt under Harry's shabby green sweater. "Have you been starvin(more)g yourself? Goddammit!"
"Ahms jezz a bid drungk." Harry opened his mouth as if to speak. Then, one eye closed, he surveyed the spinning room. "Imma puke."
Orrie stumbled him to the bathroom. He nearly missed the toilet.
"Chrissakes, man, third time this week! I thought you were taking care of yourself for that chick?!"
"I sorry, mann," he wiped his chin as another heave arose, "I ain't heard frommer inna monf."
"Why didn't you tell me?! You never talk to me anymore! You've just been sitting in your room and getting drunk at night for two weeks! So she never returned your letter! What's up, man? This girl's taken your senses! She's no good for you anyway!"
Wiping more vomit from under his nose, the idea suddenly became clear to Harry. Though he would probably not remember his epiphany in the morning. He loved her because she lent him her light. She illuminated the world for him, and that light flickered often, but his love remained steady. Why would he feel this way for one who is so removed and prone to self-induced absence? Staring one-eyed again at his bandaged hand from where he had broken the bottle (Half-intentionally) two days ago, head swimming upwards and around in circles, the tears began to well up against his best efforts.
"Come on, let's get you to bed. Tomorrow morning you're going to wish you'd literally lost your senses."(less)