Erin N Hand
If I am lost in life right now then please never find me.
Poet, artist, writer, daughter, friend, dreamer, cat-mom, and with any luck, soon-to-be bird-mom!
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The barn stood about fifteen yards from the back door of the house, and about halfway between the two was the should-be abandoned chicken coop.
During the 2071 “cleansing” nuclear weapons were deployed in an effort to eradicate the alien parasite Protoporidea, more commonly known as the Kepler-38 Parasite. It is believed that nearly 20% of the world’s remaining population at the time was eliminated, roughly 850 million people. Another 7% was lost during the second wave five months later.
My Dearest Little One
I’ll admit sometimes I don’t want kids. Not because I don’t like children. I love kids. And I would love to have a family. But I feel like it is irresponsible of me to have kids. That I am bringing someone into this world that is going to have to deal with the consequences of my decisions even when I’m no longer here.
I'm Trying to Save the World (Not be Bored by It)
I love trees! No really, I love trees. Big trees, little trees, straight trees, gay trees. You name them I love them! But at the moment trees are facing a bit of a crisis, mainly that other people apparently don’t love trees as much as I do. Astounding, I know. And because people don’t seem to love trees as much as I do (or you know, the ocean, the sky, birds, bees, fish, coral reefs, rivers, lakes, non-tree plants, large cats, small cats, all the cats) they aren’t doing everything they could be doing to protect said trees. And that doesn’t make me very happy.
Perfectly Sourced and Profoundly Human
What is your creative outlet? And perhaps a better question; why? I remember the first time I really had to think about this. It was on May 14th of this year; less than a month ago. Before this day, if you had asked me the first question I would have prattled on for hours about all the many creative things I love to do. I love fashion design, sewing, poetry, journaling, journal making, baking, cooking, coffee art... just to name a few.
Shall I compare youth to a summer day? When our freedom is so pure and carnal. And like the month is to the first of May;
Today the house seemed strange to the man as it must seem to the stranger sitting across from him. While the shapes around him were all familiar, the final form was foreign, and he knew as little of its nature as he did of the papers now resting on the other man’s lap. The silence as they waited for the rest of his family to enter the room was all but unbearable and had feeling not left his feet during the burial, he likely would have run. The house was wrong, empty, in the way no home should ever be.
Is there somewhere you go within your head? What is it you see when you look inside? Nothing is what awaits me in my bed