Browning

You walk by me. Another time of forgetting that I’m here. As you open that door, I realize that maybe it is time for me to give up. I’m getting older; let’s face the facts. The truth is, eventually you will finally see me and you will see my age. You will throw me away and forget about me as you look to other sources of satisfaction. You look to the filth that you and people like you thrive on.

There are others like me. We are all here, waiting for you to notice us and let us fulfill the duty for which we were born. We long to feel like our purpose was satisfied. Rotting away is no way to end my life; I need to feel like I accomplished something. Your society has made that so difficult for you, to notice us, I mean.

What will you do when your decisions and choices catch up with you? One day, you will realize that you needed me and that I could have changed so much for you. Just imagine the energy and joy you would have! It kills me to know that I will be wasted, just like the others before me that you have also wasted.

You’re opening that door again? Another twinkie, another soda? Dammit, you fool! Eat me! Eat me before my yellow skin turns brown! Eat me before you have to throw me away! Eat me like a banana is meant to be eaten!

Oreo - Home

She leaned back against him, his muscular body serving as her backrest. She continued to type on her computer, words flowing through her fingertips until she felt him shift slightly. She looked up to meet him in the eye.

“You okay, boy?” she asked him, worried that something was wrong. He just barked happily in reply and stuck out his tongue in a pant. She smiled and continued working.

This is what she had missed the most when she was gone and she was sure glad to have him back. He was her comforter and her protector. She would always need him.

He walked around the bed causing her upper body to fall backwards. “Thanks, Oreo.” She said playfully as she caught her laptop and moved some pillows to take his place behind her. “You were making a good pillow.”

He ignored her facetious statement and settled down beside her. Forgetting her short story, she closed her computer and set it on the floor beside her. She had more important business to attend to.

He was completely comfortable as she roughly wrapped her arms around him and pulled him as close as he could come. She never wanted to let go of him. Laying down beside him, his warm body let her know that this was home and that everything was okay for the time being. She suddenly didn’t care about anything. She didn’t care what problems she might have to deal with tomorrow or what someone would need her to do. She just laid her head next to his and held him as he fell asleep. He is her home.

my babyyyyy.

All good

Get your shoulder cut into and you really start to see who all is important to you. These past few days, my parents and Hope have really gone above and beyond to do everything for me. I have literally had to do nothing, although I’m stubborn and I tend do some things anyways. I know things have been rough lately, as it is with most 18-year-olds, but they’ve really stepped up to the plate. From my dad going to my court date, my mom helping me getting sticky crap off from all over my body, to Hope helping me take out my contacts – they’ve been amazing. I can't thank them enough.