there's something about works of art that make your heart beat faster
when they open your soul to how characters view the world
when they make you think of the friends you love the most and the great times you had with them,
how some bodies of art turn you into a poet because they make you see life in a different light
and how thankful you are because it's never been more beautiful.
how stillness of life is something to look forward to rather than something to fear.
you don't look for it but you accept it when it comes because of these works of art that prepared you for unknown and to cradle it because it's gentle and kind
to love what you've experienced and cherish the lessons and memories because it makes you who you are
About the Creator
merlot
"Cogito Ergo Sum"
writer. dreamer. creator.
Clinging to Childhood
The playground is empty, as it should be past sundown. There is a warm breeze, and I can see everything despite the late hour. What time is it, anyway? It could very well be past midnight. I can never keep track of time, especially in the summer. A prickly piece of popcorn hides like a stowaway in the left cup of my padded training bra. I stuffed the tissue in last minute— a decision I’m beginning to regret, based on the events that are unfolding rapidly before me. To my left, laying non-chalantly on his back, is my date for the evening. He is two years older, could probably grow facial hair if he wanted to, and drives a secondhand Honda. He may as well be a Man. I, on the other hand, feel like a fraud with my too-short short-shorts, sparkly lip gloss, and makeshift push-up bra. I keep my arms pinned to my sides as I feel the dreaded circles of sweat beginning to manifest on my brand new Abercrombie top. I cup my elbows with my hands and stare down at my hint of cleavage, praying that the tissue doesn’t pop out like a white flag surrendouring my lack of womanhood.
By Marti Maley7 days ago in Fiction
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