Molly loves the Earth. The bright blue oceans, the green grass, and the beautiful sky. One day, Molly wakes up with a question on her mind. She asks her mother as she gets ready for school, "Momma, how can I keep the Earth happy?" 

"Hmmm," her mother thinks. "Can you turn the sink off while you brush your teeth? We don't want to waste water!" her mother says.

"Yes!" says Molly. She turns the water off and finishes getting ready. 




...

it is upon us and we run from it to try and save our life

























it is upon us and we run to it to try and save our life.

and so come my goodbye's and sorry's, as this story finally ends
the ties are cut, the links are broken, the plans are set, and put in motion.

take care

i'll miss you

bye

(i'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorry)

love, surly (2005-2020 (hopefully (we'll see)))

The shadows drop a little bit of themselves into my cup, laughing. I see them pulsating through the tree branches and vaporising at certain kinks but their pattern never reaches my intelligence, so I bow my head. At this, they laugh again and are quiet most immediately after.

“You are too respectful towards them.”

I raise my head but only to look into my cup where their penumbrae swirl without diffusing into the water. Then, I wait. 

Nothing speaks again...

Hello again.

I have been thinking about my activity on this site since my last post about leaving. A month of holidays has given me the time and environment to think and write. I thought that I wasn't able to express things that I wanted to here but I realised that I was wrong. This place has been my home for writing for so long and I am sure I won't be able to find another place more comforting and...

I finish the corpse. She is alive and beautiful because I dressed her. I dressed her in a washed yellow; the shade of what used to be an artificial sun but is now a rich palmful of sand. It is what my mother would have called a good colour; one that knows its place and grows healthily from the soil, well-balanced and modest; but perhaps this confuses you. I remember that your language does not permit an understanding that my...

I kissed you goodbye that day 
Leaving you with only the memory of me 
And a promise 
That I'll be back 
I sent you letters, souvenirs, pictures 
To fill up the empty promise that I made to you
A promise of a lifetime 
With you and me
How could I do this to you? 
Five years filled with broken promises
I told you I'd return
I told you I was going to marry you
But I'm still here, 
4,760 miles...

Jemma couldn't figure out if she were awake or still unconscious. If she was awake, she must be in a dark room because everything was black. Shuffling blindly around her new surroundings, she found herself in a cage- a iron, metal rod cage. What was she, an animal? 
Am I in heaven? 
Jemma always thought that heaven would be a paradise, something beyond words. A paradise with Fitz... because she didn't want to be anywhere without him. She felt hollow...

Over the hill
by a silent creek
on a silent night.

Embers are gleaming
like the wings of a Phoenix
sitting by my chimney.

A home away from home
made by bricks and fire
all straight out of my imagination

"I have finally found my home,"
the man said,
"I will stay here until the silence begins to scream."

Molly loves the Earth. The bright blue oceans, the green grass, and the beautiful sky. One day, Molly wakes up with a question on her mind. She asks her mother as she gets ready for school, "Momma, how can I keep the Earth happy?" 

"Hmmm," her mother thinks. "Can you turn the sink off while you brush your teeth? We don't want to waste water!" her mother says.

"Yes!" says Molly. She turns the water off and finishes getting ready. 




...

The shadows drop a little bit of themselves into my cup, laughing. I see them pulsating through the tree branches and vaporising at certain kinks but their pattern never reaches my intelligence, so I bow my head. At this, they laugh again and are quiet most immediately after.

“You are too respectful towards them.”

I raise my head but only to look into my cup where their penumbrae swirl without diffusing into the water. Then, I wait. 

Nothing speaks again...

Hello again.

I have been thinking about my activity on this site since my last post about leaving. A month of holidays has given me the time and environment to think and write. I thought that I wasn't able to express things that I wanted to here but I realised that I was wrong. This place has been my home for writing for so long and I am sure I won't be able to find another place more comforting and...

I kissed you goodbye that day 
Leaving you with only the memory of me 
And a promise 
That I'll be back 
I sent you letters, souvenirs, pictures 
To fill up the empty promise that I made to you
A promise of a lifetime 
With you and me
How could I do this to you? 
Five years filled with broken promises
I told you I'd return
I told you I was going to marry you
But I'm still here, 
4,760 miles...

Jemma couldn't figure out if she were awake or still unconscious. If she was awake, she must be in a dark room because everything was black. Shuffling blindly around her new surroundings, she found herself in a cage- a iron, metal rod cage. What was she, an animal? 
Am I in heaven? 
Jemma always thought that heaven would be a paradise, something beyond words. A paradise with Fitz... because she didn't want to be anywhere without him. She felt hollow...

Over the hill
by a silent creek
on a silent night.

Embers are gleaming
like the wings of a Phoenix
sitting by my chimney.

A home away from home
made by bricks and fire
all straight out of my imagination

"I have finally found my home,"
the man said,
"I will stay here until the silence begins to scream."

My hand reaches up to the shining pinpricks of light above, fingers grasping air. I could get lost in the kaleidoscope of stars, of the great vastness of the sky. In that moment, I am nothing and no one. A comet streams above me, its body burning away in a second as a shooting star. As the wind rustles my hair and a chill steals up my spine, I look deep inside and ask myself for my wish. As my...

My hand reaches up to the shining pinpricks of light above, fingers grasping air. I could get lost in the kaleidoscope of stars, of the great vastness of the sky. In that moment, I am nothing and no one. A comet streams above me, its body burning away in a second as a shooting star. As the wind rustles my hair and a chill steals up my spine, I look deep inside and ask myself for my wish. As my...