Keep it KOI

You don’t know what it’s like to feel like there’s a monster inside of you, clawing to get out.

It made me realize that people who do nothing are just as dangerous as those who do.

Thank you so much!! 😳

We have been told this war is about power and wealth, territories and survival, but it’s a lie. A terrible lie. This war is nothing more than petty revenge. 

You always tell such beautiful lies.

Because love is the easiest way to control someone and I needed a way to control you. 

A desert is a lot like an ocean, if you replace all of the water with air. It stretches out and out in unfathomable distance and, in the absence of sunlight, turns to pure black. Sounds become secrets, impossible to verify as true until the light returns. It is not empty merely because you cannot see all of it. And you know in your heart that it isn’t - that it is the opposite of empty once it is dark, because things that do not like to be watched merge when all of the light is gone. There is no way to know the shape of them, though, until your hand is on it. 

The trees sway as she walks through the forest. She thinks that she will decipher that fire. Here. At last. Because grief is fire. It burns until all that remains are charred bones of a life that used to be. 

But then everything would be blue, and I didn’t understand. It was azure and indigo and sapphire. It was Prussian and royal and sky. And then it was midnight, and I understood. 

I die of delight. “Yes, exactly! We’re all wobbly people poles!”

These murder club meetings are becoming a regular thing. We need a new name, though.

If the corn were an ocean, the cries were its waves.

Violet was anger. Blue was sadness. Green was relief.

I must not have been a man yet because my eyes burned a bit. Mom was crying at the table and I could hear Elizabeth sniffling outside the window, but there was Joe in front of me. He was the little boy who had found me on the dirt road the day I turned sixteen. The little boy who had become a man and stood before me a few days before I turned twenty-three. He thought I was worth something. I wanted to believe him.

It had been so long since Makani had left any amount of genuine, unadulterated happiness that she’d forgotten that sometimes it could hurt as much as sadness. His declaration pierced through the muscle of her heart like a skillfully thrown knife. It was the kind of pain that made her feel alive. 

Terror is our strongest force because we’re only afraid when we have something to lose-our lives, our loves... our dignity.