love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Summer
Something singular was happening. The withered wishes of the summer ancestors were resurrected with the sound of the soon arrival of the festivals longed for by the people and, even so, I felt confused, highly thoughtful even when the essence of the awakened was necessary to prepare the final touches in the pastry of my family, however, I was unable to concentrate, after all, a certain special person flooded my mind with beautiful thoughts that based their nature on a fantasy romantic experience that possessed the beautiful characteristics that the writers inspired by love, use. Ignorant I was, although I knew the fundamental fact to give a final voice to my following actions, after all, I knew that it would be impossible for me to unite spiritually and physically with that Goddess incarnated as a woman... That discouraged me, at the same time something was rare, a specific aspect that aroused a mortal curiosity in my being, because my hatred towards the aforementioned character remained fervent throughout the year, however, I felt especially romantic on those summer days, they made me remember... They gave me the right to recall the truth hidden behind the chaos hovering in my life in each season of the year, they brought images of the hidden reality in my experiences with her. Such a sweet rivalry that acted masked with the undying hatred of two families who wanted to make their life of something successful, perhaps extravagant, consequently they alienated us from each other, called us with rage in their voices when we interacted as children, and inserted dangerous ideals into our minds as if we were mortal enemies destined to destroy each other, but a beautiful whisper in the wind simulated to indicate the future, but a beautiful reddish color was manifested on our cheeks when we said goodbye with bright gazes that we used to dedicate to each other. I considered it for so long, I pondered about approaching my parents and declaring my forbidden love towards the bearer of the unnameable surname, but I never had enough courage to speak the truth, however, something happened in the romanticism that acted in the fireworks of the summer festival...
By Richard Wilcox6 years ago in Humans
The first kiss
More than twenty years have passed since then, and I still lack the appropriate words to tell of an event as beautiful, sublime and ineffable as our first kiss was. In the same way, it was a big problem that at the time I had when I managed to write it in that book. I remember it so clearly after so long. Let me try again… I will continue with the story.
By Richard Wilcox6 years ago in Humans
Love & Be Loved
Every great movie is grounded within the human condition. The most primal element of that condition is to love and be loved! No wonder there are generations of amazing love stories. I believe this is the reason the 2004 movie “The Notebook” was so amazing.
By Angela Kay Dollar6 years ago in Humans
Love Is Blind..And Sometimes Super Freaking Toxic
At the ripe age of 14 I entered the hallways of my high school—shy, timid and naïve beyond belief. Though some called me overprotected, I just called it “sheltered.” Not in a sense that I was locked away in a tower awaiting Prince Charming’s true love kiss—but nonetheless, I knew NOTHING about the world around me and just how manipulative, scary and outrageously fun it could be. This was mostly because I was a massive rule-follower. I believed (and still tend to) that rules were made to be followed. That there is a specific design setup to protect people just like me from getting hurt.
By Katiah Scisum6 years ago in Humans
His Art, His Music, His Notebook
The little black notebook sat on the shelf in the empty closet. I froze on the stool I was standing on and stared at it because it was speaking to me. I always go into these vacant houses that I am hired to clean and expect to find something. Something valuable. It never happens. But this felt different. Why would a little black book be sitting alone on a dusty altar in a vacant house, holding a conversation with me? Telling me it was definitely my business to open it even though I said it wasn’t and I was just going to toss it. “You ain’t nothin but a bunch of nothin. Probably just full of worthless phone numbers and notes.” I told it.
By Sonja Camille6 years ago in Humans
The not so little black book
My day started like any other I suppose, my alarm singing its usual tune. It’s greeting now seemed to mock me more than enliven me, being I no longer had a job to wake up for. As it’s familiar call brought on self-loathing which was my new morning routine, the well intended yet continuously failed bedtime affirmations and attempts at positive redirection of my life, finally did their job and spoke up. I snapped out of it long enough to remind myself that many had lost their job during this pandemic and I had so many things to still be grateful for. As I began to consciously go over the list of things I was grateful for, which was my self designed recipe to positivity, the front door buzzer rang. The days of expecting random amazon packages had long passed, as well as the prospects from my bumble app were logically put on hold, thus my frugality and decided loneliness left me baffled at who it could possibly be.
By erin kelly6 years ago in Humans
not a confession letter
Not a day goes by without me wanting to tell you somethings but every time I get the courage to get the words out of the bottom of my stomach I just freeze like a little kid who got his tongue stuck to the pole in winter, and I get sweaty like its a 100 degrees in the summertime. so if you find this note of mine on the ground by your feet and decide to give it a quick glance here are some things I wanna make sure you know.
By josh napper6 years ago in Humans
Sincerely, a lonely flame.
No matter which way this was gonna go, my mind was at ease, because I know you’ll be okay. You may never chose me, but I will always chose you. Even if I have to play the bestfriend role, for you, I’ll win oscars. Even though I wanted to be a singer, I’ll be an actor for you. Deep down, I know damn well that’s not the script I want to read. But I don’t care what I want, my heart tells me to do what you want, what you need. I’ll do my best to make you feel safe the only way I know how. I always felt like this was going to be a one way street, but my heart told me to keep walking down that road no matter how far away I watch you disappear into the horizon. I’ll walk behind you and admire your growth from a distance. Whatever it is, I’ll do it. As long as you’re okay. I say all this with as much compassion as my soul will allow.
By Aly Alexis6 years ago in Humans
A proposal, a check, and a chance for life
Today was the day it was finally happening and still I wasn’t ready for it. After months of searching, waiting, and hoping all the funds would come through, the day had finally arrived. Of course, I was trapped at the office with last minute requests from the senior vice president and forced to rush out the door. There was no reason for me to take the day off, but it was agonizing to understand the relevance of corporate immediacy when David was in the hospital. David didn’t need me there and the hospital wasn’t allowing visitors until he was moved into the ICU. But, still, I wanted to be able to devote every thought and ounce of positivity towards him as he braved the surgery we had been praying for this past year.
By Heidi Keller6 years ago in Humans
