simplicity
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The humidity suffocated. Unlike the balmy days of summer she spent with her siblings playing outside until sunset, this was miserable. Sweat glued her shirt and skirt to her skin. She periodically squeezed out the sweat, but to no use. It would be saturated a second later. She watched as drop after drop, dropped, a reminder of the precious liquids leaving her body. She had been walking and walking and walking. She needed something to eat and she needed water. She had walked so far. If she could lift her legs she would have attempted to run in any direction, but they were close to being numb and lame so it was out of the question. She mentally pleaded to the weather and earth for rain, a river or even a puddle at this point. Cloud cover would be the least that could be done. She'd seen 'Naked and Afraid', that was enough of the experience for her. She wasn't yet desperate, but getting there. She realized all the things she should have done differently. All the items she should have brought. Her foot hit a root and she tumbled to the ground. The root trip was the last straw to her upright mobility. She stayed down in defeat, on the ground. She took her worn sneakers off and rubbed the soles of her feet. She could feel her fingers rubbing on the soles of her feet. Reassurance that they were simply tired and not at risk of needing to be amputated. Before closing her eyes and accepting a slow death, she notices something she recognizes. A small cluster of maroon gourd shaped jewels showing among the greenery. She rushed to them. Plucking clusters of them from the tree as delicately as her need allowed. She didn't bother peeling the figs. She ate the whole thing. Then another and another until she felt her stomach reflex reminding her it could spill all it's contents if she continued. She shoved what she could in to her pockets and her small bag. Ignoring the sticky mess as a few delicate fruits burst under the pressure of her frantic touch. The strap of her bag had left a rubbed rash on her neck as she was wearing it securely across her body. A canvas, water resistant crossbody bag that tourist wear. She wasn't a tourist to the overall place, it was home, but she was a tourist to this particular forest. Surveying the land drew her here. This was just going to be a surveying trip. Over eager and confident she had gone alone early. She should have insisted her and her colleague drive here together. She was supposed to meet a fellow colleague here an hour later, but she must have gotten the location wrong or possibly her colleague did, she had yet to find her. She fell back to the ground, her sugar rush wearing off. She felt strengthed from the fruits none the less. The sugar left her thirstier, but somehow with less immediate need for it.
By simplicity10 days ago in Fiction
Inspiration Behind the Inspired
Women developed the term 'imposter syndrome'. To me, women, always seemed a little like the chicken and the egg argument. Did they get there bc of men or other women or mostly on their own. Was it really merit or good personality? Is it true, many only get to those positions by being extra intelligent or more beautiful physically? It is said there is a strong women behind every good man. These men are influenced by these women. What made these woman tolerable to them I wonder.
By simplicity15 days ago in Motivation
Dame Nature
Breaking through the ocean skin with her dive, she pushed her way back up to the surface. She flopped over onto her back and lay floating in the sunshine zone. What the first people must have thought on first seeing the life in the waters. She saw shrimp eel and even a pacific spoon nose along with some other fish. Although determined to be fish, the first inhabitants must have seen the inescapable serpent appearance of these creatures and thought the creatures were snakes. It would be hard not to believe the serpent owned the majority of the land and waters. The deep waters must have seemed like such foreign places.
By simplicityabout a month ago in Fiction
Dame Nature
The Olmecs have many depictions of jaguars. They were thought to be the snakes of land; Able to lurk in the shadows, camouflaged, and patient. These cats can slide through the brush almost silently as if slithering on their bellies. The fangs framing their mouths are remaining remnants. Remnants hinting to more than just a resemblance to the snake. Pointing to an evolutionary story. An evolutionary strain in us all, proved by our obsession with taste and our innate dual nature. Mark Catesby once noted, after a hurricane, snakes will devour their own kind, If the circumstances require it. She had never personally seen this, but never doubted it. Jaguars will attack their own as a show of dominance. Survival in the hierarchy at any cost is the Serpents heritage.
By simplicityabout a month ago in Fiction
Set Fire to Make it Grow
How was I too know The match that I was lighting Was bound to explode I couldn't have known Pure alcohol to a flame, is bound to cause a change lts fun while it burns But the clean ups where it turns Its usually just a phase, a phase we out grow It had me dancing to the music only I could hear the tune But life ruined it by asking me to grow How was I to know It's better on the other side Set fire to make it grow
By simplicityabout a month ago in Poets
Melpomene and Thalia
Depression is a way of life I will never believe It's not real unhinged cowering in dark rooms alone consequence of expectations Worthless, pointless, failed endeavors galore love deposited me here The victim Never understanding, Feeling blessed to be alive Everyday a gift Joy, like the smiling people in commercials Seems like acting
By simplicityabout a month ago in Poets
Castles In Air
Just a doltish character Never believe In me Expert level just a far off dream As I sweep and clean for the sweepers and cleaners Are there even rungs?! What does passion prove?! My attitude A corner of me knows, in its deepest inner place The skies the limit from my vantage point Bottoms up Before another grueling day and after building castles in air each night It too shall pass Like life
By simplicityabout a month ago in Poets
Dame Nature
Snakes have small heads and no hands, a slithering contradiction to the symbol of wisdom. They are smart because they use others at times; Use others as their hands; Use others for survival. They are beautiful and fierce. They can be extremely dangerous and sweet. They have a great survival intelligence as shown through the survival of the species. They read situations acutely.
By simplicity2 months ago in Fiction
Jolly Boy
Jolly Boy, what his dad called him bc he was always so happy as a child. Jolly boy had gone with his dad as a child to emerse themselves with a tribe in New Guinea. Jolly boy had found an artifact most archiologists research and then spend their hole life trying to locate. He also by chance at the same time found a new species of plant or rather one that was thought to have died off as well as a type of beetle. Really he had stumbled and fallen into it all, but no one believed that, knowing who his father was. This made Jolly boy a bit of a sensation in the area as well as home in the USA, amongst the right circles. Jolly Boy, however, was a bit wild. Much like tribes depicted in movies. This however, was not the tribes doing, infact the tribe was very orderly and well mannered. Instead Jolly Boy's wildness came from the fact that while there, he was left alone for large amounts of time, free to do anything he pleased after his couple hours of schooling. He in turn became very rambunctious, self sufficient, and intelligent. This is mostly good, until combined in his precise combination. The combination proved a winning, but precarious combination. Once they moved back state side he was wholly out of place. On top of this fact, due to his new fame and tokenization as a luck charm his adoring parents set up high security around him. Jolly Boy's days became more structured, in a way he was unprepared for. His day's more lonely, even with people constantly around. Although, he got really good at some video games. He envisioned his school like the jungle he left in New Guinea. The teachers and kids mostly equated with specific animals there, a few reminded him of tribe members. This mind exercise made the transition easier, made it feel more like home.
By simplicity2 months ago in Fiction
Misplaced Not Lost
I tumble in the waves. The grime being washed away as the sand polishes me. I once adorned the finger of a happy bride to be. Purchased by a bright eyed hopeful young man with hearts in his eyes. Hearts that grew with each sight of his hearts diamond. She was dainty and a pillar of beauty. I was a cherish symbol of a promise, how I came to be here I can not believe. I miss her finger and gentle skin that brought me to loved handshakes and hugs, to dinners at some of the best restaurants, to libraries where we read amazing books, to fields of flowers where she formed bouquets, to breakfast where she didn't even take me off when kneading dough. Now I sit without a perch, promise gone, now lacking all meaning other than a once pretty object. A wave deposits me further on the sand bank. I roll and flop with the leafy grean and brown flora of the sea. What a distance I have come. Birds occasionally peck at me once they notice the glint in the sun. Just a few pecks until they find they have no use of me and my metallic taste displeasing to the taste buds. I wonder what is next for me. I wonder how my keeper is, what she is doing, if she misses me.
By simplicity2 months ago in Fiction