Kasey Walker
Bio
Writing too, is vibration.
Stories (7/0)
Valerie
Dearest Valerie, I know we've never met in person, yet I occasionally feel as if I've known you for years. The first time I ever saw you, was through the eyes of an old lover. The look in your eyes...said it all for me in that moment in time. I remember being 18 and watching you sing and dance in front of the mirror, only to turn around and realize you were being recorded by someone you truly loved. The sparkle in your eyes I soon craved. I wanted to feel what you felt. I allowed myself to be vulnerable enough to be loved by the same person who loved you, somehow thinking, I'd one day, wear that sparkle too. My sparkle arrived, I wore it with pride. We fell in love and made a baby. Things became complicated, my sparkle faded, it was no longer a reflection of my happiness, but a prelude to my heart breaks...piling up, one by one. I missed all the other things that happened behind the scenes, the parts where he hurt you, the texts from you explaining how all of his decisions have made you feel. I've learned so much from you, despite ever having met you. xoxo.
By Kasey Walker2 years ago in Poets
Just One Gem
"Open your mouth, and don't talk." My sister demanded from a middle school version of me. She knew I hated my teeth, so why was she asking me to open my mouth, especially if she didn't want me to say anything. But of course I always did what my older sister said. I opened wide and I saw her trying to balance a nail gem onto her pointer finger, and then poke it onto one of my teeth. "There" she said, "now you can smile with confidence." She knew I hated smiling, and laughing, and I generally didn't like my teeth at all. Who knew it would take just one gem to authenticate my life?
By Kasey Walker3 years ago in Styled
The Bus Ride
The dyslexic homeless threw his ticket away after assuming he was holding a loser. "So close," he mumbled. I did not mean to peek at his numbers on the bus but his broken socks caught my attention. I almost wanted to take mine off my feet and give them to him. But then he may have thought me to be the weird one. I watched him fold it up and tuck his 'garbage ticket' between the two seats where he was sitting. Eventually he got off the bus, I slipped the ticket into my bag and opened it up when I got out. As I was unfolding the ticket, an ocean of thoughts crossed my mind simultaneously: Maybe I was the one who read the numbers wrong. If I did have a winning ticket what debt would I pay first? Would I tell my family? Would I even go and try to find the homeless man it belonged to? I should at least buy him socks. I mean, does it really even belong to him if he read the numbers wrong and threw his ticket away? The Libra in me started to reveal itself in my thoughts. Endless indecisiveness. Upon opening it up- it was indeed... a winning ticket. The man had a $20,000 prize. Unfortunately for him, the ticket was now mine.
By Kasey Walker3 years ago in Humans