I cleaned my room before the guests came, scoured it with soap and scalding water swept every bit of trash into the bin (or at least under my bed where it couldn't embarrass me)
I shoved my secrets in the closet and told them to stay put (praying they would listen) I surveyed the room, pronounced it perfect hating it all the while.
most of the guests arrived together too soon, but I was ready. (I had to be) so I put on a hopeful smile, and greeted them at the door now my polished lie began.
as night dragged on, I grew more weary found it so hard to care (I've never passed an acting class anyway.) so I let myself slip up a little figuring maybe they'd forgive me.
I waited for them to trickle away (with the usual polite excuses) but they stayed. they didn't seem to care! unfettered, I threw open my long-locked closet door.
but then the clock struck and killed my chance, and the guests lined up to leave. (I turned away as they went, their cars flashing headlights and goodbyes.)
I started cleaning my room again.
Day 2, 2/30
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We're all stories in the end.
I think of you as a fairy with a green dress and a flower crown and stuff. -EternalRain
I think you, @Deanie and I are like the Three Book Nerd Musketeers of YWS. -bluewaterlily
desperate fingers fly over ivory keys playing, praying for release. twisting through the two-tone maze, I turn corners at high speeds and crash into dead ends. but I always find a way out, exhilarated.
Day 3, 3/30
Last edited by Mea on Sun Apr 05, 2015 12:19 am, edited 1 time in total.
We're all stories in the end.
I think of you as a fairy with a green dress and a flower crown and stuff. -EternalRain
I think you, @Deanie and I are like the Three Book Nerd Musketeers of YWS. -bluewaterlily
Little sister, have I ever told you what you mean to me? I love you more than I can say.
I love your devilish little grin, the way your eyes scrunch up, revealing tiny, adorable teeth. It makes my heart melt into one of those puddles you love to splash in, and you know it.
I love how little things delight you a ladybug landing on your finger, or an afternoon of play. I wish toys could still bring me such joy.
I love your heartfelt kisses, and the sticky-fingered embraces with which you greet me at the end of another day full of the world telling me I’m worthless and wrong.
I love how there is no deceit in those little arms that squeeze me tight. You enthusiasm is a breath of spring air on a muggy summer’s day that should have been kinder. I hold you close, wishing I could stop time so I can preserve your innocence.
I love how you know nothing of the world and its way of treating umbrage and regret as treasured possessions never to be set down.
I love that I can make mistakes and you’ll still love me.
Thank you, little sister, for that gift.
Day 5, 5/30
We're all stories in the end.
I think of you as a fairy with a green dress and a flower crown and stuff. -EternalRain
I think you, @Deanie and I are like the Three Book Nerd Musketeers of YWS. -bluewaterlily
On a roller coaster, fear grips me at the start with shaky hands and sweaty fingers. I ascend the hill, and leave it behind at the top. Falling is exhilarating. End of story.
In life, fear doesn't exist until the first drop. Then it pounces, sinking its claws in deep.
At first, I struggle, try to dislodge it, and finally succeed as I crest the next hill Then I plunge down again and it returns over and over until I let it sit next to me, my shadow.
On a roller coaster, I can’t stop halfway through if I don’t like where I’m going. The restraints are too tight and there’s no place to stop anyway.
In life, I am my only restraint. What would it be like to fall and leave fear behind?
Day 6, 6/30
We're all stories in the end.
I think of you as a fairy with a green dress and a flower crown and stuff. -EternalRain
I think you, @Deanie and I are like the Three Book Nerd Musketeers of YWS. -bluewaterlily
we fought over my new comforter today. it wasn’t really a fight, but i felt just the same afterward – ashamed. you took my old, careworn love, and dumped it on the floor, seeing only a battered, ugly quilt. i found it in the hallway after school alone and abandoned. i know its pain, but that’s no one’s fault but mine.
you spread the new one out, shiny and purple and perfect. and when i tried it out i didn’t like the way it felt against my skin, too smooth and lightweight and fake. i told you this and it hurt and i’m sorry it’s the truth. i wanted to love it, but it’s too fluffy to clutch to my chest when my heart hurts, too light for me to pretend there’s someone there beside me, too slick to hold the tears i hide from you.
it looks like it belongs in a magazine but magazines aren’t reality and i’m sick of playing make-believe.
Day 7, 7/30
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We're all stories in the end.
I think of you as a fairy with a green dress and a flower crown and stuff. -EternalRain
I think you, @Deanie and I are like the Three Book Nerd Musketeers of YWS. -bluewaterlily
I went down to the creek today, dangled my legs over the edge of the bridge and watched swollen stream trickle ever downward.
The trees were just beginning to bud, little dots of green in the tangle of brown and gray, thanks to all the rain. The same rain that washed away the topsoil and muddied the waters of the creek.
I fiddled with the rope swing, so old moss grew in the cracks of the knots, watched it sway, back and forth, back and forth. I didn’t swing on it because it looked too much like a hangman’s noose and I couldn’t quite believe I was supposed to play on it.
Nature’s sounds were all present trickling water, chirping birds, and creaking branches but I heard children and lawnmowers and dogs too I hadn’t escaped. not really not that it mattered.
it started raining again, each drop leaving its mark on the creek’s still pools.
Day 8, 8/30
We're all stories in the end.
I think of you as a fairy with a green dress and a flower crown and stuff. -EternalRain
I think you, @Deanie and I are like the Three Book Nerd Musketeers of YWS. -bluewaterlily
Will you join my secret society? It’s easy. All you have to do is try. Just say the words and you will always find a friend somewhere, always be part of a group the small group who tries.
All you have to do is try, try to be kind. (please, just try!) and when I say to everyone I don’t just mean to the people you know and like I mean the people you’ve never seen before but infuriate you to no end in 140 characters.
I don’t care what you believe, you can still be kind to the “heretics.”
It’s so easy, and so hard. but you don’t have to be perfect (that’s why we have each other) you just have to try.
So will you join my secret society?
If you don’t, don’t worry we’ll treat you just the same (even though our hearts die a little every time someone refuses) isn’t that the point? The truth is, we always were your friends even if you never knew it, and had never met us before. We always will be.
I ask again, will you join my secret society?
Day 9, 9/30
We're all stories in the end.
I think of you as a fairy with a green dress and a flower crown and stuff. -EternalRain
I think you, @Deanie and I are like the Three Book Nerd Musketeers of YWS. -bluewaterlily
my teacher laughed at me one day when i complained about the workload, told me to be grateful i wasn’t a starving kid in Africa. and i sat there burning with all the things i wanted to say to her but was smart enough not to. don’t you dare judge me you have no idea what i’m going through. and the pain and stress stayed tangled up in my stomach, snakes eating me from the inside out and replacing fear of failure with apathy. it’s so hard to care anymore and it scares me.
i hate the people who tell me i’m so privileged, and that my problems don’t matter at all compared to others, because i have so much and i should be grateful. why is my pain less important than theirs?
and i hate them because they’re right. it’s not fair – the eternal cry of the spineless. i’m weak and I know it and i should be better but i’m not but that’s just another failure to add to the list of reasons to hate myself.
i’m not strong, and there’s nothing I can do about it. but I hurt all over and i’m so, so scared. I’m begging you – anyone please, will you forgive my weakness so i can forgive myself?
Day 10. 10/30
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We're all stories in the end.
I think of you as a fairy with a green dress and a flower crown and stuff. -EternalRain
I think you, @Deanie and I are like the Three Book Nerd Musketeers of YWS. -bluewaterlily
Sometimes, life is like dirty dishes being hand-washed. Each of us is scrubbed roughly, but the warm water feels good and after we are gently wiped dry, we rejoice at being clean.
But most of the time we aren’t so lucky and life is like being cleaned in a dishwasher, packed tightly together a maelstrom of soap and water swirling around us. The water is cold, the soap is harsh, and when it is over we are too traumatized to rejoice at being clean.
I envy the lucky ones with a sticker marked “hand-wash only.” They will never have to taste terror. I just hope I’m not one of those that are supposed to be strong enough to survive. but break anyway.
Day 11, 11/30
We're all stories in the end.
I think of you as a fairy with a green dress and a flower crown and stuff. -EternalRain
I think you, @Deanie and I are like the Three Book Nerd Musketeers of YWS. -bluewaterlily
I lay on my backyard hammock, and slowly rock back and forth, pondering the meaning of life. (and other deep questions.)
I can faintly hear shouts and laughter from inside, where children rush about the house giggling and mad with their play. (I came outside to get away from them for a moment.)
The outdoors soothes me, the non-human noises assure solitude, and the hammock rocks away the anxiety that noise brings. (Oh, that blessed quiet!)
But the quiet is a death where life abounds, but aloof and instinctive without intellegence. Devoid of kindness and laughter and love.
And I realize in these wide-open spaces how utterly alone I am, and I run back inside to join the children in their games.
Day 12, 12/30
We're all stories in the end.
I think of you as a fairy with a green dress and a flower crown and stuff. -EternalRain
I think you, @Deanie and I are like the Three Book Nerd Musketeers of YWS. -bluewaterlily
Spring brings variety to the land. Blooming flowers sprinkle life across a slowly-greening field, I have to be careful not to step in the mud, but no risk, no gain, and it’s better than trekking through the same old snowdrifts again.
Spring brings April showers of homework and chores and parties and concerts. But I relish flitting from task to task like a newborn bumblebee, instead of freezing my feet in slow-moving ice.
Somehow, spring brings more beautiful sunrises, as if the sun knows I can feel its warmth at last and decides to put on a show to remind me that all good things begin in spring.
Day 13, 13/30
We're all stories in the end.
I think of you as a fairy with a green dress and a flower crown and stuff. -EternalRain
I think you, @Deanie and I are like the Three Book Nerd Musketeers of YWS. -bluewaterlily
Once I dreamed of writing a novel, of hunching over the keyboard past midnight driven by demons called characters.
And when I finished I would edit and cut it to the bone, until each word became a deft knife, slicing hearts and souls. But I didn’t realize that to break hearts, I had to harden mine.
So I moved on to short stories, figuring it would take less self-control to write only a few words. But I didn’t realize how perfect they had to be to be memorable.
Poetry had no right to be easier. Every subject seemed a worn-out dishrag covered in holes and mystery stains. But I had to try anyway,
And strangely, I’ve succeeded, written a poem every day. I can’t vouch for their quality, but at least they exist. Maybe my novel will too, sometime.
So now I’m here, writing this poem, since that’s all I can do. One day I’ll write a novel, but for now you get this poem instead. Hope you like it.
Day 14, 14/30
We're all stories in the end.
I think of you as a fairy with a green dress and a flower crown and stuff. -EternalRain
I think you, @Deanie and I are like the Three Book Nerd Musketeers of YWS. -bluewaterlily
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