The world is talking but do i listen?

The world looks at me and says your young look at yourself you can go anywhere, anyplace, anytime, there’s so much ahead of you but when i look ahead all i see are walls.
The world told me that I should expand my dreams into reality, but i don’t have the tools to expand. no my dreams not as elastic as I once was told and the world too big for them to wrap around. Maybe a different material? But this was me, no other material would best wrap up, sum up and be what could be my world if only my dreams were elastic.
The world told me that beauty was in the eye of the beholder and that everyone was beautiful. but the world only has one eye it seems.
The world said I could be anything. i soon learned that meant my education could be anything, and labor for it would be great and that honestly anything had laws, and other qualifications that i just couldn't meet.
the world is in my hands now...and when i look at it i know the world is pretty mean I found out. giving me so many happy quotes, that would lead me to some sort of realization of inspiration they knew were not true and then telling me to get my head out of the clouds but it’s so beautiful up there and the world is so ugly and even the world will tell you that. i look at it and wonder so many things.

You ,don't even know.

He drags me across the floor by my foot yet my head being the only thing touching the carpet. A three year old he is with his toys and I his victim, doll, endearing buddy, and only friend. The lifelessness in his eyes mimicking the plastic dullness of my own. A sown mouth on me into a smile, one I cannot help but yearn for the day I have the muscles to open it. my stitches coming loose from every time he wants to toss me when life is going wrong. Stains still on my face from the minute he stops paying attention dropping me for someone new. The times he’s left me at the park when meeting a new friend, and I tear just thinking where he could have gone. As soon as mommy says no and he’s broken yet another toy plane I have to find an excuse and some screws maybe even a little duct tape. A makeshift tissue I’m always here to save the day.  Even though its hard to catch all of his problems being so small, and when the key to all his answers are bigger than me. those moments when my soft fur let’s his enemies slip right through my palms, and telling him to get a grip is hard when being thumb-less I can’t even get a grip myself. Dragging across the floor I remind myself of the stitches, the pulled fur, the dried tears on the tips of my nose, the lonely play dates, and sorrowful nights.  From the leg he has in his loose grip he turns me upright and he holds me to his chest and smiles rubbing my head so gently. its worth it when his tears  soak into my face, and he smiles just knowing im here. Realizing im always there when planes break and when he’s too sick to go play. That the monster in the dark cant beat me. yes a toy I am to him but the only thing that cant leave and doesn’t want to leave.

You cant say that you hypocrite!!!

"i love you so much baby, i just think you're so beautiful and i don't understand why you don't see it"

 yeah ive heard that line before too many times. i didn't say i couldn't hear it, said i couldn't see, now if you can grab me a pair of lenses that make me skinny lbs less, flowing wavy vibrant hair, outstanding eyes, and the legs of a mannequin well yeah i may consider believing you. the i love you before also only makes me believe that youre only saying that because you love me. what about the people who don't love me? am i ugly to them? take that into consideration and choose your words wisely before you speak. it also amazes me how you of all people could manage to talk to me about my self esteem!! i see the way you slouch and the intrigued, disgusted, and fascinated stare and feelings sprout from your every pore, every strand of hair out of place, every stain on your clothing and tooth that you grit so harshly thinking of them. And you know exactly who 'them' are. the people who are better than you. why are they however? only you know and that's what keeps you swimming whether you've already dived into the deep end or strive to reach the glassed over shoreline tapping below it often.  what is beautiful anyways!? the man who said beauty is in the eye of the beholder never defined who exactly was the beholder ,does one person hold or know what true beauty is and what was this being's idea of it?  And you don't have to understand why i don't get beauty and why i don't see it. maybe its because i have no beholder and you're really blind. 

All i need to say for right now.

I get so tired of being screwed over all the time. Digging in my groves twisted ,i am pinning your pretty pictures of what you think life is made up of, left here hanging with my back still against the wall.

time travelers lover.... -vignette

you go and tell me that you're thinking of the past and all i can think is the present is not enough for you. i wasnt in the past and thats whats bothering me! it bothers me that every single time your world starts crumbling down she comes up and apparently she was the only one who understood you while im standing right here in your face catching every soaking  tear and putting ointment on bad wounds. i cant reprimand you as your girlfriend for looking on the past because i do it all the time. but when i do i realize how much you mean to me and how happy i am that you're here. im not going there to escape some grueling reality trust me baby your my reality. when i broke free of that guy who once hurt me you dont think that i dont look back some days and wonder what ifs and whys'? of course i do baby all the time but when i look at you i cant help but wonder if that happened so i could meet someone soo great for my future and i was hoping or so i thought that you were that someone great. however sarah synthia silvia stout is the trash that you put out and i hope im not a replacement band aid only there to suck up your blood and wounds then be thrown away. i thought what we have is something to be treasured and honestly secretly i love how much we dont argue and fight over litttle things. how we are just able to work it out but i think you want to dump me which is what brought this about. so baby please look on the future and not the past for peace because i want to be apart of that future the present is only a tease for what we can be.

First Day's Change

I walked in there fumbling all over the place prepared for battle. I didn’t care who had something to say I would like to have think that I was more than prepared for the worse they had to say on this lonesome day. No matter how many people surrounded me it would still be lonesome I knew. I came in grabbed my schedule and headed to the second floor standing tall, confident, and happy however I knew how I really looked to those people; coffee stained teeth, greasy hair, shiny forehead, and crusty knee caps from what little  I was showing. I passed the lockers to see the various names on small yellow post-it notes, mine appearing to have last named first Kareen, Molly. I turned right only to notice that this was my stop room 254. I walked in the classroom books held tightly to my chest almost feeling as if they were my protection now from the glares of my past encounters. She told me my name was listed on one of the back desks. I stood up straight in my seat like I had been practicing all summer for this day. I wondered why the room felt so different…no, not the room why did I feel different.  It wasn’t as if this was even a new place for me I had been going there since seventh grade but now it felt as if the rules of life and my sudden thoughts on it had changed. My smile was brighter, my laugh was genuinely jubilant, and the hatred in my heart had dug so deep down inside I couldn’t tell where I buried it in the first place.

Dont make me smile now....or ill talk to you

I guess you could say that they had a reason to be wary of me. I mean it’s not every day that you see someone smile for no reason up and down the halls, who doesn’t have a boyfriend, isn’t in love, doesn’t have an evil scheme, and has never won anything in her life time. It must’ve seemed suspicious however it was just me. a very smiley person. Some people may say I’m lunatic like, or bipolar just because the strange outburst of excitement and love or the sporadic  anger that rises from within choking me until I say the worst things to that person that have been on my mind all along. And just so you know I always have ammo. If they ever make a machine or someone who can read people’s minds then you would see that things I do are completely logical to me and the rest of the world. Almost like the time I went to Gabe’s and told the cashier that it was completely inappropriate that they were selling lingerie in the back to school department. Does that make sense? We don’t want our children to be whores. Girls these days are just throwing themselves around with anyone and everyone. Well if you would have gotten them some good old granny panties instead of see through draws maybe then there would be less HIV, herpes, aids, and sixteen and pregnant tv shows. The cashier understood my reasoning behind it all and surely I did not get those see through panties. Maybe I shouldn’t be discussing things like this at my age as if I were an old folk seeing what was wrong with the world but our generation is failing. We’ve become so numb to everything going on around us that now we take EVERYTHING as a joke. For my sake they were joking around about children in Africa having their villages burned down and the young men had to kill their families at gun point some even at the youngest of 8 or 9 years old. Its gruesome. Why do I care though? That’s what people ask me all the time and it makes me so angry because all I can think about is that could be you tomorrow. There is going to come a time where the world will be dark, viscous, and almost unrecognizable as a place we call home. Will they be laughing then when they have to shoot their mothers and fathers to save themselves? Wow, I’m sorry I just get so emotional when it comes to that sort of thing. I hate the people who say things like ‘nobody cares if you’re adopted stop complaining’ or ‘who cares if they’re hungry what about me’. it makes me want to, hurt others. People are just so cruel nowadays then we have teens killing themselves! I’m just like in shock of how many people taking their own lives based upon others, It’s so sad what we’ve come to. But I really do hope someday I can help but not like lets raise money for the kids in Africa but let’s make the world genuinely happy. oh you don’t even know. Seeing a smile to me is like the biggest gift in the world. Seeing people happy makes me happy that’s it. Not money, not guys, just true happiness, the kind of happiness that comes from the heart and not the mind. This is the kind of happiness that glows from within, seeping out of your skin pouring onto others like me. A true smile, there is nothing like it.

the ache i dont have but know

I’m going to be honest I can’t help who I am.

I can’t help that every single time I see the homeless I feel an ache in my back from the cold hard ground they lay on.

That whenever my mom says ow I say ooh

How when  I see the small girl crying I can feel the sweet tears slide down my face and soak up into my hands.

Or how the anger rises from beneath those who have been mistreated and I feel that same heat rise from stomach to my ears knocking on my brain of frustration.

I can’t help that every time I see two young lovers I feel their lips touching as if they were my own and the gooey exchange of spit I touch the magic on each hair of my body.

I can’t help but feel your pain.

Support Me

     

            She sat silently in mandatory support staring at the wall in front of her. The room was wide but short in length however tall as if at one point a small ballroom, only suggestive by the carvings on the ceiling that imitated a kind of ancient Greek look. She could feel the slight breeze brushing at her ear that her hair had decided to hide behind. To her left there was a small podium in which the principal would rarely speak to the rest of the school about whatever he wanted since in reality no one was listening. She rubs her face roughly reaching to her eyes next, for sleep was calling to her and she would not listen for she had work to do. Work, work, work that’s all she ever did because that’s all she had time for. In her smoother white tank top showing very little cleavage with the brim of her boyfriend’s jacket resting at her fingertips, for his arms were a lot longer than hers which she had never noticed before she stole his beloved jacket from him.  He always wore it and it bothered her since whenever she herself wore her jacket it was to protect her from the world or to at least make her feel like it; she never felt comfortable without it. He wouldn’t take it off though, which she knew since he loved her so much, like the jacket he would give it in honor of not having to fight with her, or tell her why he didn’t want her to have it. She knew why but never confessed that was the reason of it all, that originally her plan wasn’t to steal for recognition of being his girl but to steal for recognition that he didn’t need to hide. It was complicated; their relationship for it was hard where the line started and finished with them; where the friendship started and the relationship began, either way she loved him too like he loved his jacket and loved her.  

He was leaving in a few days to go to Florida and it killed her to think of him gone. Stuck in this hell hole, she thought, in dummy support with all these ignorant and selfish people only there to make her life unbearable. He was supposed to be leaving in 2 days and he just decided to tell her today the big news of not being there for a month. ‘Oh, the agony’ she thought over and over again. He was the only person who was keeping her here and now she would have to deal with the drama, the asshole staff of SciTech, his lovely friends to bully her, and the wonder and worry of what he was doing at that very moment without her. He was sitting across the lengthy room from her. Turned to the wall as she was, he was trying to look as hard working as possible. Even though everyone knew at the end of the day his grades would still look the same. According to his grades he wasn’t very smart but she still thought he was the greatest guy in the world. How wonderful a relationship right? For him to be leaving it felt as if he would never come back she often thought during the two days but only for today she would pretend like it was no big deal as if he was just going to be absent tomorrow, when she knew otherwise.

“Alright everyone, time to clean up for the day, pick up your belongings, and can a couple of kids help me put the room back together? I’ll give you star stamps if you do.” Her science teacher screamed over the rush of kids darting out of the way of others to get out of mandatory support even though the next class was just another place to spend in torment. Nevertheless she waited for him as he was either nice enough or dumb enough to fall for the star stamps trick to clean up the room real quick before they headed different ways. She would stand there for what felt like forever and wait until he got what he wanted or as teachers saw it deserved for his ‘good behavior’. They walked out into traffic, with her boyfriend to lead the way. Only to tug him back when they got to the stairs so she could confront him properly with his full attention.

“uh, so how about that initiative?” she said to him with a gleam in her eye to think that it might help him make up his mind.

“Yeah, about that….” His voice trailed out into a smirk that she knew meant he was thinking of her in a way that she appreciated as always; cute. Not sexy but cute and that was nice. She looked him in the eye where they seemed to also have a gleam in them that made him seem precious to her as if nothing in the world could replace that look. On those days whenever he was upset or sad his eyes would turn a dull brown and he would look down at his feet as he walked which only made her want take care of him like a child who she wished to marry someday.

“Yes.” She proclaimed prolonging the word with hope that this wasn’t anything bad.

“I don’t know, do you really want me to do it?” he turned his head to the side like a puppy and that shine again in his eyes shown, always making her giggle a little.

“yes.” That’s all she replied with because that’s all he needed to know for he knew what she was talking about.

It was lovely how this world worked between them and the rest. Running away together as always and finding new hope for home for the one they had sucked; typical loves like any other.

            They then parted their ways to different classrooms leaving the day to themselves for her to daydream and him to move on with his life. It was hard for her to imagine him gone but she also had to realize he wasn’t leaving forever it was only three weeks. They could contact each other over Facebook, or he could even call her. That’s how they usually communicated through Facebook or Gmail another chatting site except Gmail was also their email accounts too making it risky if anyone had their passwords. They would talk for hours on end until someone had to leave or the laptop died. In their conversations always proceeded the same with her saying “hey wats up?” and him replying with “nothing” each and every time. They would begin talking about how their day was and what it was like good or bad onto subjects of their relationship expanding in serious questions like the future. It was going to be hard for her she knew but at the same time she wouldn’t tell him she was worried for his own sake.  They lived in their own little bubble and she would do anything not to pop it.

            The end of her next period class came as she sat in the classroom intently staring at the clock only to realize what little time she had left before the day ended and he was gone for good. She was sitting next to a dark Puerto Rican boy with lopsided wavy hair and a pungent smell of axe almost sickening to the stomach .He turned to her and furred his brow only to see her relentless gaze upon the clock as she rubbed tissue between her fore finger and her thumb shaking her leg rather viscously. He addressed her cautiously as if she had been ill.

“Uh, are you okay?” he said staying his distance even though he still sat in the desk next to her.

“yeah, I’m uh just waiting’ for something. Do you know when this period ends?” still shaking her leg she looked at him wide eyed.

“I think like 1:45.  What are you waiting for?” he paused only to realize she was only anxious to get out of class but it seemed just a little too anxious.

“Just it’s a long story.”

            She wondered about what to do next period. Or what were they going to do next period on account of him leaving at the end of the day. The tissue’s soft gritty particles rolling off on her fingers as the time was ticking with only two minutes left. She looked away for a moment only to notice the Puerto Rican boy stuffing five thick rubber bands in his tight pocket in what he thought was sneakily. The bell rang and her eyes widened once again at the sudden pounding of her heart. She darted out of the classroom leaving her book bag and papers still sloppily on her desk. Once she squeezes through the doorway of people the hallway is filled with bunches more. Only glimpses of each kid appeared to her as they walked by and the various colors from each of their shirts. She stood on the tip of her toes stretching her neck out looking to her right, only to find him slowly walking towards the steps leading to the gymnasium.  Then spotting him from afar she rushed passed the crowd in her gray athletic jacket cutting through the air as she did giving much resistance to the quickness she never had in the first place. Her feet were clumsily hitting the floor, knocking into many onlookers with her eyes proving how desperate she was to get to him before he got to class.

            Finally catching up to him on the stairwell she called his name. “Buddy, Wait up for, me!” each pant pressing on her chest heavily even as she stopped at the top of the stairs to hold one hand on her hip and the other reaching out to him in a sweaty lack of air, only five steps away. He turned around from hearing his name.

             “Hmm?” he paused for a moment turning around to see her gasping for breath from her journey to him. She then repeated her plea for help once more only this time more clearly and a small giggle to end it. He waited of course as she slowly descended down each step until she got him. Five steps later they stared at each other and smiled as if they knew each other well but there was nothing to say at this point in time. Simultaneously and silently they began to walk down the steps once more. Reaching the last step to a small platform she stood there however he was still moving to his next class. Then he stopped to notice she wasn’t behind him turning around once more at her looking at him with a gloomy sigh signifying her feeling of his leave. He smiled for a second time at her only to nonverbally say that she shouldn’t be sad, he wasn’t going to be gone forever.

I'm a handful Bud

Tears came flowing down my face reaching at the same peek of my chin each time dropping off onto my tiny hands that my mom loves so much. each tear replenishing my cracked skin ,a desert that had finally seen rain. i grabbed my face as to cover the hideousness that was the sorrow and pain leaking though my facial expression. rocking back and forth as they asked me politely to calm down but i couldn't. the air was muted in place, i suddenly was on TV and they had turned my sound all the way down. all i could hear was the obnoxious noise that was unable to diminish from my mouth even though i was still surprisingly in control of my mind and body. it didn't feel like it at  the moment though. i began rocking back and forth once again as i heard glimpses of what they were asking me as the things on my mind spilled out of my skull onto the clean lunchroom table pouring onto poor Julie hands. My problems now stained into their very ears earwax they would never get out. when the sobs began to subside all i could
say was, "aunt, Kimmy, died,of beast cancer yesterday...i don't even know why I'm crying!" Then breaking out into more cries of support however all that came out was bits of words and bits of letters that were suppose to be words but was only gibberish. they cried for
me to help them understand so they could help yet i didn't understand what i needed help with. i guess crying in the middle of a school lunchroom gripping your face and hair included as a help needed sign. in need of someone in particular i ran out of the
lunchroom in a hurry telling them i would be fine on my way out. they didn't know where i had gone. i wasn't hiding though or at least that's not what i intended leaving for. walking down the hallway i wiped my tears away with the back of my hand as any five year old would do who cant stop crying because mommy forgot to leave the bathroom light on before bed so the monsters wouldn't get her. people stopped me and i waved them off persistent to get to my destination right down the hallway beyond the first set of doors. once i reached that glass door another sob came out before i looked to the left only to realize he was there; the person i was looking for. he watched me all the while i plopped down next to him on the wooden bench, ignorant to my bad posture.
i turned my face towards him and said, "don't be intimidated by the tears, my aunt died yesterday of breast cancer and i don't know why but, its hurting today." he nodded at me. he was a quiet soul and i knew that ,though that did not stop me from confiding in him for every unresolved conflict outside and inside. "but the real reason I'm here is because i have a question."
"okay" he replied flatly.
"do you love me like seriously?"
"yes" he said quietly.
"I'm serious because if you don't then i give you full permission to leave me right now. i wont blow-up or get angry. Just go."
"no"
"why not?"
"i don't know. because i don't want to."
"i am a handful bud." My friend Julie and Wanda rounded the corner at that moment asking me 15 questions in 3 seconds, "where have you been? do you need to talk to someone  you can talk to Mrs. Donner? why do you want to stay here, just come with us Lou!" my only reply with dried eyes was "I'm fine I'm with buddy. ill be fine." after they gave me cold stares and left i proceeded with my conversation looking deep into his milk chocolate brown eyes that only some would ever know how sweet his stare could be.
"like I've only met the lady once or twice growing up and i cant believe just a month ago she stopped by my house to tell me how good her therapy was going and how healthy she was now. My cousin must be a wreck.oh wow." i giggled at that moment pretending he didn't hear me trying to refrain from another giant sob that was in my throat, it felt as if the actual letters were stuck in my throat, a giant lump of three letters, sob.
"that's sad." he replied with a little more sympathy than the last. he put his arm around me as i leaned into his shoulder rubbing my face into his jacket that smelled of only him for physical comfort as his soft voice rendered emotional comfort with the little that was asked or said.
"Other than them i got nothing Bud."
"i didn't know that Lou. Well you got me Lou. "
"why are you here anyways?"
"I'm waiting for a ride suppose to be going home sick."
"oh."
"uhh there goes my mom in the office now."

just a thought at 10:48 on a sunday

Is it a bad thing that ive become so numb to the words that once tied knots around me and made me trip, falling and breaking maybe even aching and fearing once before? the same words that once choked me and i guess now have killed all tingly feeling emotions left in me, some may say i might as well be dead. im not without happiness just without..love. its not the fact that i am not loved, i am. its just i cant love people anymore. Well i think i am loved for a certain amount of time. i believe theres a clock ticking for me and its not to find the one but merely the time i have left until he stops loving me. i believe that every person no matter what connection has a time limit before they need something new and stop  loving you and me. its a sad concept i know and i am hopefully that someone some day for me has an endless clock.  

Commercial Family

some days when I think to myself looking at the ceiling huddled under my green covers with my fingers rubbing the head of my teddy bear almost as a genie lamp to close my eyes and dream about what it would be like if I had a family one of my own. Some days I dream about what my family is like. i dream about the commercial smiles they would put on for new comers and the arguments so bitter to us yet sweet to know the truth from people who care. I imagine we would all gather around and talks about who looks like who and our imperfections that make us the Klemmons/Jones/Clark/Randolph family. That in our family there would be that one cousin who no one in the family can stand but life isn’t the same without. i imagine their hugs would feel like the spark of a plug inserting itself into a warm socket and their kisses the smooth fabric of those silk red bows slipping between your fingers of a finished present. The exchange of 'i love yous' would be the soothing feel of bread to the homeless a finally resolved craving. But i can only imagine since my family's long gone. All i have left is my mom and my brother, they gave me hugs and kisses at one point in life when those sparks of plugs and sockets and silk red ribbons still existed for us. one night mom and i sat in the car outside of the dollar store talking about siblings in which i stopped and listen to her story of how her big brother, and four other cousins grew up together teasing the youngest. She smiled as she recalled the memory, the laugh lines so wary and worn barely even used anymore. They were the only signs of tears i have ever seen shed from mom but it was okay. i appreciated the painful effort she took to dig up the similarities of growing up to me about the people i had never met. 

Hand outs

“Hand me someone”

I never wanted you to see me as a charity case all I wanted was a hand. Someone who would hold it when it begins to rain on my head in the clouds, and a hand to rub my back saying “baby don’t go cold”.

That same hand that will wrap around my heart when the blanket of hope is gone and the stain of love<3 has been washed away that same old blanket we use to share on those l o n e s o m e nights. I need a hand that says ‘forget?’ while the other says ‘just live’ to press on my chest whenever I’ve passed out from lack of trust and humanityA.

That smell of the sunlight in the sewer will remind me that this hand is the map to where my iome is.

individuality defined in me

As you can see, I’m just being me, resisting the pressure, escaping the labels, running from their stitches I’ve always been able, buying my individuality, paid in a grueling reality, because in order to be noticed I have to be bought, but I manage I guess that’s just a teenage mentality, stapled and stamped stitched and sewn, what if I don’t want to be owned? Only a product like some of you who sit here now. Listen silently and hear those muffled screams hushed by that price tag of Abercrombie. No classification for Mickey, no labels silence me, there’s only me and my originality.

Coming Out Empty Handed

coming out empty handed.

I reach my hand out every day waiting for you to pour out that sweet love and care I remember,

But leaving empty every time, I remember the taste of that love,

so sweet,

  so sour,

 bitter

 on my wet tongue burning so slowly a taste only loves would know,

 Going down my throat its warm filling up what’s missing, Stuff it in the corners of my heart where none have reached before it crowds up all space for anyone else

, choking me too death I might just kill myself wondering why I’m so out of that lovely gasoline was it something that I said

my hidden power...

My Hidden power

I have a super power

It’s nothing you’ve ever seen before

You probably don’t know me

Even if I showed up at your door

Screaming and yelling

It’s never worked for me

Even with my wacky clothing

You never really see me

Missing in action

A loneliness soon fated

Still not knowing who I am

Sadly concealed I waited

Super powers not asked for

Secretly struggling to be seen

No one would ever notice

My power Unwanted invisibility 

By : Mickey Jones 

Dont doubt me and my feelings

^{I hate it when people doubt me and my feelings, just because I’m 14. Yes, my life consists of school, boys, friends, and family but doesn’t mean I haven’t learned anything already. My grandma always says, “girl you think you angry now just wait till you’re older” but grandma I’m angry now because you’ve doubted a girl who’s feelings are her only truth to life. Without feelings every day life would be..nothing.  They always try to say I can’t feel because I’m so young but I can feel. I press on the bruises of the wounded, and the beaten every day, I’ve swallowed their sorrows that get stuck in the drain only to be thrown away while an after taste of loneliness leaves a sweeping wind that only the lonely know. I’ve felt the piercing “L” word so sharply hit their hearts still leaving it bleeding only to realize I’m still just a puppy in your eyes no matter how hard it hurt, and the anger that rises through me like waves crashing down on that poor old sunken boat with that happy sailor who just wanted to some for food for their family for once I feel his cries for help and the waves cries for hope. So don’t doubt that I can feel ive felt it and I wont doubt you when you say I feel it too.}

challenge #279

"Can you taste it?" she whispered in his ear sitting next to him drained of all energy from an early morning start.

“Taste what?” he answered.

“The dew in the air.” She smiled at him even giggling a little.

                The morning mist expelled into the air creating a haziness between them that would not last they knew. Her feet dipped slightly into the coldness that lay under them of the Allegheny River. Their small island being the only barrier between them and the boisterous city. The morning came rising as if it to conquer Pittsburgh with its sun rays once again shedding light upon what is a new day. The warm colors so inviting yet the eeriness in the air so empty of words, or even ideals for words. They continued their conversation side by side under the misty blanket, and bedded peninsula to gaze at the beauty that was the light hitting the water with a mysterious smoke rising from the river into the mango colored sky.

                “Personally I didn’t think dew had a scent.” He assumed looking at her hands bundled in her yellow, thin Hood with the beloved game character from 1980; pacman.

“Then how do know it’s there?” she stared off into the distance asking her question as if the answers were in the wetness of her toes from the frosty river water.

“Because I can see it, I guess.” He shrugged.

“No, but have you ever really stopped to inhale that amazing smell of the morning dew.”

“No, I haven’t actually.” He smiled back at her with a slight raise in his left eyebrow ‘how strange she was’, he thought to himself often however, endearingly.  

Time passed as they sat there staring off into the distance that was the river. The moment instead of being an in depth conversation passed just like the time; strolling endlessly. Unexpectedly with one quick motion he grabbed her by both her shoulders and pulled her close whispered, “you’re so different”, into her ears then pressing his lips to hers, the chilling morning suddenly disappearing from her body. He released his grip only to see her putting her hands over her mouth smiling.  

She sat at a smooth wooden table across from a woman sobbing ceaselessly, still covering her lips from the memory carved into her mind that once was her and him. Looking down at her tears that dripped from her face onto her small, firm hands she could only wish he knew he meant more while peering across the room at his casket.