The way the mind works is a fascinating thing...

Words aren't always this fool's strong suit, nor is making sense. Do not expect greatness from them, only mediocrity—and even that may be too much.

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Shoutout to that one pal when I texted them “Happy pride month!” they texted “Happy to have such a devoted MEMBER of the lgbTqiA+ community as a friend.” and it took me a second to realize the capitalization was them calling me out ToT

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“Is that a challenge?” But it’s just an idiot actively trying to defy the laws of physics.

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“Death is the final slumber.”

“Then tell me dear friend, why have you awaken once again?”

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It watches and it waits but it never moves. It never blinks. It almost seems like it doesn’t exist if it weren’t for that smile. That grin. Too wide, too bright.

It has lurked on the corner by the bar for weeks, nobody else seems to notice it. People walk past it, not batting an eye.

It whispered the other day to a man in a coat, the rain from the earlier storm seemed to have drenched the papers in his hands. He seemed to be in a hurry but paused at whatever the thing had said. One could not hear what was uttered from afar though.

The man is in the paper now, “MISSING” printed across the front page with an image that doesn’t quite look right.

The creature is still there.

Watching.

Waiting.

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imagine if you will,

two potatoes.

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Love.

A strange feeling.

Something that causes much joy yet so much pain.

Something so beautiful yet something so horrid.

Comforting or suffocating? Warm, they say...but it burns. Is 'taking your breath away' meant to be romantic or a warning? If one wishes to steal someone's heart, is there a chance of getting it back? What if it is stolen and never returned? What if there is forever a hole in one's chest? That feeling that once made one light up is the same reason they are a shadow. The thing most look for yet nobody is willing to give.

Love.

A fantasy to some and a fear to others.