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Time
The most terrifying thing in the world,
More terrifying than monsters,
More terrifying than heights,
More terrifying than anything man can create,
Is time itself.
Uncertain of what is to come,
The outcome is unknow,
One can hope,
One can believe,
But time always brings an unknown future.
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Person A is supposed to go to a big, fancy gala tonight for their family but the morning of it, they wake up with a fever, chills and nausea and Person B (maybe their roommate) is trying to convince them not to go but they’re insistent on it so through the day they start to feel sicker and sicker until a half an hour before they have to leave, Person A collapsed in the apartment and Person B finally gets them to stay home and takes care of them for the rest of the evening
oh A, you never learn :3
“I’m going.”
A reaches for the doorknob--they think they’re reaching for the doorknob, but in reality they’re twisting a stressball left on the nearby bookshelf and wondering why the door won’t open. “What the hell...Where’s the stupid lock?”
“Would you sit down already? If you can’t open a door, you’re not fit to drive a car.”
Remembering that the venue is about a 30 minute drive, A is hit by another wave of nausea and dread. Mostly nausea. They take a step back to reconsider, and to gather themselves so they don’t throw up, but conclude, maybe a little deliriously, that their family would never forgive them if they skip this event. What it’s even for, A can’t quite remember right now, but this is important. Probably.
“I’ll just...take a cab.”
“This thing is twenty miles away! A, you’re shaking. Just let me call your family, they’ll understand.”
A shakes their head as they finally manage to get the front door open, but just as they take a step outside, they sway on their feet. B is already up and ready to catch them, but they’re not ready to receive all of A’s weight when they fall limp against them, and that’s when B notices just how high their temperature really is. Just a slight fever their ass. They awkwardly hoist A onto the couch, toss a blanket over them, and sneak the cell phone from their back pocket to look up their mother’s number.
A wakes up in a daze. Even when it hits them that it’s night time now, they’re too exhausted to freak out about missing the event. Instead they just groan defeatedly, alerting B, who also fell asleep in the loveseat across from them, that they’re awake.
“Mmph...Told you you were too sick to go.”
“I was really looking forward to it,” A mumbles. Their throat is too sore to talk, but they’re stubborn as ever. “My mother is going to hate me.”
“I talked to her. She’s worried about you,” B says. “I told her you were resting. Which you should be doing now, if you’d quit beating yourself up.”
“Sorry,” A says quietly. B always thought they would like this obedient version of A better.
“Don’t apologize,” they sigh as they get up and stretch. “Do you need anything? A glass of water? Hey,” B grins and nudges A with their foot. “Maybe I should put on that suit you were gonna wear. I can be your fancy butler.”
A smiles back, a little weakly. “Just a blanket...or two. Or five. I’m kinda chilly.”
B obliges with an over dramatized bow, retrieving every blanket they can possibly find in their residence with an extra sweatshirt to boot.
“Your security blankies, sir.”
“Thank you, Jeeves.”
They share a laugh, though for A it’s more of a cough. A pulls their many layers of blankets up to their chin, still unable to beat their unbearable chills. “Hey, uh...Thanks for looking after me. And I’m sorry I gave you so much trouble earlier.”
“What are friends for?”
B smiles at A, who can’t seem to find the energy to smile back. As A slips back into sleep, B settles themselves into the loveseat again, solemnly looking at A’s phone screen. Their mother was furious when B called, but A doesn’t need to know that right now. What they need is rest, and if B needs to lie in order to make that happen, so be it. After all, B tells themselves again a little less cheerfully, what are friends for?
Matter over mind.
In my mind of unfurling black matter and chaos my heart still chose to be in one piece. Calming the calamity known as my thoughts and directing me as my mind is to busy taming the beasts to do it itself. Knowing that my matter is unbeknownst to others as a higher source than my mind, my heart and soul take action. Bringing me to the full potential of a girl who's mind brings more confusion and stress than life itself does.
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The High
The high you get when you smoke a blunt. The high of vaping a nicotine pen. Feeling the euphoria and soaring sensation. Laughing at the slightest things. Making memories with the best of friends. Talking in a smoke filled room or car. Sharing and being at the top of the ladder. Felling like a royal sitting on their throne. Stumbling and falling but always keeping your head high. The feel of the smoke going into your lungs, holding it and letting it go. The high is amazing. But this high is nothing compared to the high of being with you.
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A quick excerpt for the sunrise
As the bus rolled onward, sun splashed through the window like waves, a strong glow of gold then back out the window it went.
It’s the only thing that makes waking up this early worth it, and she thinks that if she wasn’t trying to avoid music this week, she would not have noticed it in favour of her thoughts.
The sunrise looked beautiful.
