You enter this world so optimistic, you try, not at all pessimistic, but life gets in the way sometimes. Life tells you what you can and can't be, life doesn't care for all of your pleas. But you try and you try, and yet you feel small. When did everyone around you become so damn tall?
You were a bright burning star, but now you watch from afar. When did everyone begin to burn so bright? When did you forget to ignite?
You came into this world fighting, now that fight is sub-sighting. You wanted to be extraordinary, but all you are is extra ordinary.
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LoneBug
Hey y'all! Thanks so much for dropping by, and I hope you find something you like. Most of what I put out will be fiction, or mental health related. After all, they do recommend to write what you know.
Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford7 days ago in Fiction
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