I have never existed more intensely
happiness is damn near elation
sadness is misery
comedy is surreal
focus is absolutely expanding
sight is cosmic
I hear the soul in every song
existence is hopeful
proof we want to escape
why is life a punishment
we only get one time
we should have made the earth the good place
but heaven on earth is a meaningless phrase
when the stories say peace comes after living
after all, we pray to ghosts
death is the greatest prankster
their favorite comedy is a tragedy
always looking for a dramatic performance
humanity is a performance piece
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Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
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Dog Thirteen
Dog Thirteen June 4, 2023 Today was different. To be fair, all days are different now that I am a new dog. Every day I seem to be able to do something new- open my eyes, stand up, hobble around, wag my tail. Every day I get stronger and more comfortable in this body. It’s not bad, being a dog. Not so far, at least. I never have to go hungry, although we are feeding from our mother less and less and trying new foods that come out of a bag and a can. It’s a mixture. I wish I could tell the humans that I prefer the food from the can. I try to show them by picking out the kibble pieces and spitting them onto the ground, but they just laugh and think I am being cute. That feels frustrating, to not be understood. But I cannot stay mad for too long because the humans pick me up and pet my head and body and it makes me feel happy inside, and now that I know how to wag my tail, I try to do that a lot.
By Morgan Longford5 days ago in Chapters
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