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The colors in my eyes have dulled past the point of cold, past distinguishable lines. Smudges of shapes in my long drawn out day in and day out move past me silently with time unnoticed. Subtle movements through my agenda bring me to you and stimulation of my senses attempt to bring me back to life. Your incredible definition against the gray backdrop of the world should calm any initial shock; the red, blue, and yellow in you play on my lips when you try at taking my breath. I stay completely still, unable to look directly at you as your proximity warms my bones. Too late. It's lost on me as this being has been hammered down flat. Left with

I never gave this creativity thing a chance. I thought all the letters and words had already been discovered. Combinations of definitions are astounding when I find more than I realized existed. Labels mixed with our time and generation seems to break an old boundary. Ocean floors and atmospheres hold us in a limit, but I can be here, there, elsewhere, anywhere, or sometimes even nowhere. I just have to choose to create my setting. I never gave this creativity thing a chance, now that I have, I can't stop.

A single street light lit my immediate surroundings. Everything else was a shadow or a silhouette in the darkness. I stood bullseye in the cone of illumination. Outstretched arms gave me half the diameter of the perfect circle that was visible up until where the dark scraped against the light, it also gave me balance against the wind in the black. Stolen heat forced my hands into my coat pockets in a more secure, closed demeanor. Without the wind, there was me, the black, the road, the tracks, and the brief silence. The two lane main street stopped at the darkened divide behind me; in front of me, old wooden logs stationed as forgotten warnin

They stood on solid ground raised high enough for the fall to count, low enough to hear the therapeutic at the same time violent roars below them. At the break between the two islands, ocean water mass gave way to riptides, threatening to tear apart any that dare test the water. The three of them over dressed under the equator, but even with compensating for the weather, nothing could escape that heat. Cloudless skies, seagulls flying high, the water crashing below them, and in the distance their target. First, a black fedora hat, white dress shirt with sleeves rolled up, red and black striped vest, red tie, silver belt buckle that shined in

Counting down the clock in different situations can rear the ugly faces of frustration and fear to anger and denial. On the other end of the spectrum, love can shine through. You could be sick to your stomach before a test or tense when you know that breaking up is the only solution even when your other has invested so much of themselves in you. But this night, of all nights, is our last night. Exactly as I planned it: packed in my backpack was various amounts of cheeses, crackers, and a big box of grapes, tied to the top of my backpack was a big, thick blanket, a lantern hanging at my elbow, and she and I carried three bottles of wine each.