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Random comparison

I just made a random comparison between a sunflower and a chicken in the most morbid way on complete accident...... Farmers snap the necks of chickens to kill them and you break the top of a sunflower to gain the seeds ..... What in the world is my mental state

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Hilltop View

Depression is like if you stand amidst everything you have to do on top of a hill, peering down you spy a person faintly smiling but it’s so bright you can see it from your perch. The gradual fall from it is if you realize you should be down there but all you can do is observe as the world goes by. Realizing the person doing absolutely nothing smiling up at you is you, just your outer shell appearance, it will last until you stumble run and fall to yourself enveloping your arms around you. Then you will realize as the warmth re-enters your body that you’ve taken a chance on falling and not reaching yourself at all because the sunset even though brings an end to the day could have also brought yourself closer to darkness if not careful back atop the hill…or somewhere in between. Source: Eric-V

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Angelic Eyes

I want them to be stronger than I with wings for each feather has a name and meaning for someone other than I

I want their strong but frail arms so when they strain to keep me close I can feel their warmth

I want their knowledge plentiful and lips shut so when they do speak almost everything said is worth it

I want their eyes to be as hard as stone but as soft as raging storm waves during the summer when fireflies are buzzing about

I want their smile to be so unused it feels like a medicine when I see it

I want them to be as if they were a bird themselves, always perched near me but never seen

I want their lips soft but rough so I know they have said what was difficult to when times got difficult and they bit down on them

And most importantly I want them to love and nurture the idea of my existence so when I fall weak to the grasp of my anxiety and depression I do not worry about anything other than getting back up as they shoulder my burden with me…… Source : Eric -v

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A Cat By My Name

One fateful evening I had picked up a pet carrier from the pound believing it would be the answer to my dreadful home that was far too quiet. My job was an assortment of things anything from drawing, writing, and idea shooting. You could say I was a starving artist with stacks of papers to the ceiling almost, which in turn would be true I suppose but none the less I enjoyed my life. When my therapist suggested I get a pet to just attempt to make me like my home itself more so I do not drive myself or my neighbors mad I had the sudden urge to choose one of the only cats that they had left. He was an odd cat if I do try and describe him to you he is black and silky, never had a proper home roaming the streets, and had the shiniest blue eyes, close to mine in fact. "Week one, cat seems to enjoy naming all of my house plants after his favorite noises he makes." I would write in my report that I would later send off to the therapist. Week two and three were slightly bothersome when the cat would follow me everywhere so on my next appointment I let him tag along. Have you named it ? Surprisingly was his first question. He took my silence as a no, sir perhaps you can name it for me seeing that it was your idea? He simply shook his head as he then examined the cat staring at him in the table copying his gestures as his tail smacked his coffee cup. Does he do things like this....often ? The discussion of the cats nameless tag and odd behavior went on afterwords when I went home I visited some shops as well almost forgetting the cat was by my heel at every turn. Is that your beautiful cat examining my books now? As my head turned I seen the little fellow giving me a book on car behavior and tips to taking care of one. Ah, helpful boy isn't he? The cashier and I exchanged a chuckle as I decided to buy the text and read it's secrets it withheld. The next few days though were peculiar as the cat for the most part took care of me reminding me of when it was time to eat, when to wake up, and where my misplaced things were. What a lovely boy you are, now if only I could think of what your name would be... The cat seemed to frown at the idea and shook his head poking my nose as he sat on my desk in front of me. Oof, what is boy? Would you like my name is that it? Hm, I suppose a cat named Charles wouldn't be that strange and you can keep your former name and your actual name to yourself, I explained as I gave the feline a good pat. After some time had went by people seemed to have trouble recalling me as if I had not been outside for a long time only acknowledging the car that clung to me, soon I just let the cat talk for me becoming almost mute falling back into my sad state. Soon I began to have dreams that there was no cat at all, then the dreams began to get even more strange as I awoke I was about a foot off the ground. Somehow I managed to climb to my desk to peer over a mans shoulder at his paper work and what I saw baffled even my most creative imagination. I had become not the man but the cat that had taken the sole of Charles, with this name gave to me I had taken a new form.... The original Charles a blank slate, had died that night leaving everything to the cat. Source:Eric-V

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Crying Trees

Trees that hang their branches lower to the ground with leaves and things cascading onto the ground In old age they look elegant, gigantic, and Dismally beautiful ..... So, if something of nature and grow by itself so tall but still weeps, It reminds me of a young woman in a dress grey as dark ash, sitting by the lake side with grass stuck to the bottom of her dress as she hangs her head over the water, her hair gently caressing its surface Why do they call it a weeping willow in the first place If it is a tree alike any other? Source:Eric-V

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Crushing in Fall

Their hair as autumn brown as mine, as the leaves started to turn for that winter my mindset was the same.

None the wiser the confession was spoiled, like a rainy winter day

Not knowing what to do I carried my heart full of mixed emotions inside when it was heavy with dismay

Even though the answer was no maybe one day I’ll see that smile of theirs and say

Wow, what a wonderful day…

Because the answer still is out there, no matter how much I want it now

I have to be proud of myself for telling them somehow

Whether it’s carrying myself with my chin up or my arm linked with another

I’m glad I told another living soul why I was bothered

I’m glad that one day I can go look back and say that’s the day I took a risk

On that crisp fall day

When my troubles seemed so far away

When I crushed on someone I knew

And wasn’t too afraid …

Source: Eric-V

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Absorbing Happiness

A silent movie of a blood sucker drinking the life of a frail woman’s body is sad, but what if he were to drink the blood of his wife without any self control?

I always had the thought of vampires drank happiness from the pure essence of a soul it would make for a bigger tragedy.

Think about it, a very old vampire in this case would have to eventually drink the happiness from someone dear to him due to a miscalculation of not having enough nourishment. Seeing his struggling victim become as pale as he as the energy drains they become more still, their eyes go from gleaming from the person they loved to dank and somber grey. They would watch as they did not die or keel over or even become a slave to their bidding, the vampire would cry their last few tears left in their body even if nothing came out of their eyes as they wept, it would be the most tragic thing they would have to do.

Their loved one would not care if they lived or died as they stood by their love that still had the capability of loving them after they took their happiness away, the happiness drinker even though lived off of pure energy as pure as laughter and love was the most bitter to walk the earth, now that would be the most cruel irony and a movie I would contemplate feeling sadness for the characters in a fate worse than death…

Source: Eric-V

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Chilled Bones

My body only as strong as my weakest crumbling thought is a phrase I don’t take lightly. It makes me shake to my very core as I struggle to hold what’s left of me in place… As of lately the rising and setting sun seem so much closer as the days draw to a close on their own with no help from anyone… Oh how I wish I had that dedication of never unbending my chain of living and just purely doing without loosing my own warmth at the thought of stopping.

Source: Eric-V