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Bonus of the bunny my friend and I saw on the ground that had me wondering its story 🖤
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Bunny (1-4)
Bonus of the bunny my friend and I saw on the ground that had me wondering its story 🖤
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Ships cemetery. Japan.
Forgotten things are specially beauty ☮️
Air. Thick with exhaust and stale perfume hangs heavy in the 224 bus like a memory that could never be scrubbed clean. The kind of air that lingers in forgotten places - laundromats at midnight, the backseat of a car baked by the sun, a theater hours after the final curtain call. A heavy, tired, musty air full of ghosts.
A velvet hat adjusts its brim downward, faded by the sunlight of too many trips on this bus but still carrying the shape of the head which once held her, pressed into her very fabric.
Gazing at her across the aisle is a blue m&m, her once brilliant blue shell worn and cracked. Through a slight chip in her coat can be seen a rich chocolate center. She's cracked, yes, but still sweet. Still believing.
The bus hisses to a stop in the late afternoon haze of North Hollywood, taking on no one. Taking on nothing.
"You don't get it Emmy. She doesn't want saving. She wants to fade. Like we all do." Coughes a piece of lint wrapped around a fossilized breadcrumb. He watched the others with the silent despair of someone who had stopped hoping long ago.
Emmy cried "Please. You're more than that. You're not just something someone left behind! You're..." "Loved?" replied Harriet, sharply. "Wanted?" "You're real," she said. "To me that's enough."
Harriet didn't answer, but her ribbon shuddered.
A yellowing army figurine spoke up "Real? You don't know what real is. I've watched a Barbie melt to death on the back seat. I've seen a Hotwheel scream until his axle snapped. And I've seen her" he gestured at Harriet "ride this route for seven years, waiting to be worn again. No one came. No one ever comes for us. This bus is a mausoleum, and I'm burning it down"
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Do you Remember?
Do you remember?There was no sadness then.The world was wide, endless, filled with only now.Did you trust?Yes, I trusted the presence. I felt it in the wind, moving through the trees.It whispered through the branches,sang hymns in my head at bedtime.It warmed my skin in the golden light.It was always there. I was a child who craved loneliness,but I was never truly alone.My friends were…
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