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Unseen

There was work to be done. There are responsibilities to be met. This is growing up. In that moment, on the other hand, I wished to be far away from my laptop. I wished to lay there beside her and hold her as she slept. I wished to wrap my arms around her. Simply that. But there was work to be done. Heteronormativity. Male Help-Seeking. Boring. I listened as she breathed. In. Out. Slowly. Each exhale, verging on a snore, sent shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes and retreated to the memory of a time when I believed she and I could make it. We still can. But I'm not what she's looking for. "I'm waiting for Prince Charming," she said. My heart sank low, a feeling I was used to in her presence. Could she not see me? Could she not hear my heart pleading with her to love me? A part of me believes she does. A part of me chooses to believe that she wants to catch my tears when they fall. A part of me never stopped believing that she loves me. But Rome wasn

Earth, Wind and Fire

'I wish to tell you a story unlike any you have ever truly heard. It's an old story, so you may know of it. 'In another time, there was a place where a great flame burned eternal. At this place there lived a man who, every morning, would take a single step forward and rest. He was searching for something. He wasn't really going anywhere. His only wish was to never remain in the same place for longer than what he needed to be. He knew that that which he was searching for was searching for him. 'At another place, not too far from the first, there was a patch of land which grew the world's most beautiful fruits. They tickled the eye and blew the taste buds of any who picked and ate from them. At this place there lived a woman. She had hair as course as the ground itself, and it was beautiful. She had a smile which seared itself into the hearts of any who beheld it. When she spoke it was with the voice of a little girl; mischievous, loving, innocent. She went w

Dagger of Love

It would be a lie to say that I wasn’t afraid. It was almost like something out of a movie. One minute we were walking. The next minute, I saw a knife. The next, I had it in my own hands. A choice had to be made. I was victorious. I could take my vengeance. I could drive it through the heart of my would-be assailant. A miracle. I was okay. I had the weapon in my hand. It was at that moment that I realized that the most powerful weapon I had was my own mind. Knives are for cutting: apples, bread. There is a saying: guns don’t kill people. People do. People make weapons what they are. People create the associations. I, myself, am a person. I had a choice to make in that instance, in that dream-like instance where my very life flashed before my eyes. I saw, for the very first time ever, only light. Only love. I put the knife in my pocket and continued walking with my brothers. Nothing had happened. My brother had not taken my life, for which his own was spared. I walked on and I sp