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They call it water on the brain,
But I think I'm just
crazy,
crazy,
crazy.
But I think I'm just
crazy,
crazy,
crazy.
Literature
Old Habits
He made his way along the path, trying desperately to recognize anything familiar. Anything that would confirm he was in the right place, or not.
Reaching the end of the sidewalk, he paused, taking in the surroundings.
His eyes scanned along the row of apartments, then down the walkway in front of him and along the street and sidewalk before focusing back on the building ahead. He let a slow breath blow between his lips, running his hands along his pants pockets; his nervous habit, noting to himself that his breathing was oddly consistent considering the agitation that was stirring in his stomach. The only thing worse than being right, he t
Literature
Letter to Twelve-Year-Old Me
Hey... Middle School... Yeah, it isn't fun. Bullied worse than ever for going to the clinic. Even worse was... Well... you know... We thought we were in trouble... We ALL did... Maybe... One Day we'll know peace. I'm not sure. The problem is... it's hard dealing with people who don't understand and fear us. We don't want to be World Police forever. It's a tough job. People hate authority. You know why? They feel picked on. Nobody wants a hall monitor or Administrator telling them that it's their fault the bus wasn't on time... Ever. I wish you could see the world as I do. It's not black and white. It's... Shadows... Lots of them. Remember that time with J.P.? When we went outside and they turned the flashlight on and off to show it was still the same place. Just different light levels? You can do that with a candle. Just... Less effective. Dad thinks you're gonna hurt somebody... AS IF! We don't do that, We never want a fight and trouble still seems to find us. Still like that today.
Literature
The Years of my Life
’93 The year of my birth
’94 A new sibling?
’95 Yes. A baby girl
’96 And a baby cousin birthed
’97 A brother born, short-lived
’98 Another tragic baby boy
’99 Into Year 1, the start of my learning
’00; A new millennium
’01 A best friend leaves, but another arrives
’02 The first year of splitting is survived
’03 How can we both remember that we used to speak?
’04 The last year of the best years of my life
’05 A new start, or a start to the end
’06 A friendship grows too close
’07 I cause my own spiral down
’08 But with the new ones, we pick ourselv
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