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Too Much, Too Little

Too Much, Too Little How much is too much? The beginning is always exciting when jumping in to a new potential relationship. The conversations, the connections, the sex; the stimulation is invigorating. Endorphins flowing, synapses bursting in excitement. Overjoyed is an understatement. The time you want to spend with them needs to be perfect if you want those feelings to continue, so you push yourself on to them; text after text, phone call after phone call, spending as much time together as physically possible. You feel comfortable, despite something bubbling underneath that you are unaware of. ... Your friend, your partner, feels overstimulated; pressured beyond belief. They don't know where to turn, how to end things without losing a friendship they thought they wanted. Do they want that friendship anymore? Confusion settles in. Do they want you? These thoughts formulate in the back of their mind, crawling their way to the forefront, doing whatever they can to protect you from ...
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The Road to Where?

The Road to Where? Suggested by: Nicole Aleece  (Based on a text message conversation we had one night) I'd spent a lot of time when I was younger writing stories, scribbling words in a notebook I have since lost or thrown away, about these misfit characters going on these grand adventures in search of something. The specifics of what they were looking for are not important, yet the idea for the stories were always intriguing to me. Why I was obsessed with writing these stories, I have no idea. I wasn't necessarily a kid that was interested in watching those kinds of movies (or really anything other than sports, to be honest), so I'm not sure where these impulses derived from. Those stories too, I feel, were something deeper than most thoughts that were running through a lot of kids' brains at the cusp of puberty, though I didn't realize it at the time. Most, if not all, of the stories were about trying to find happiness/ Again, the specific "thing" the ch...
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Photograph

Photograph Suggested By: Elizabeth (follow her blog at adropinthecloud.blogspot.com) A flash in you eyes. Blindness takes over and your eyesight slowly fades back into view. In reality, that blindness has always been in place; starting small at first with blinders keeping you focused straight ahead, becoming ignorant to your surroundings. You begin to believe that what you wanted only sat straight ahead, making you ignorant to your surroundings. Slowly, over time, your eyes glaze over when something new passes in front of you, like shades have been lowered closed, hiding your soul from the outside world.   All it took was one flash to change your perspective; a quick moment of passing in your lie. Memories that now are framed for eternity, hanging in the back of your mind, nailed to the walls of your heart. Memories too easily accessible in the photo albums that refuse to gather dust on the shelves of your former lives, somehow always making the trip with you as you move to an...
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When The Waves Come Crashing Down

When the Waves Come Crashing Down A sunny day, calm and relaxing. Time spent in the warm sand, soaking in life. Feet digging in sand with the water lapping lazily over them. No stress, mind drifting. Yourself breathing easily as you begin to drift into a deep lull. Soothing. The tides roll in, slowly rising to your ankles, your calves. You pay no mind. You're in your zone, transfixed on that which brought you here; peace, at last. No longer do you worry about the day-to-day. There is no pain resting heavily on your chest, your mind, while you absorb all that is good surrounding you. If only you could have reached this point sooner. There would be more life to enjoy. The tides continues to rise, silently crawling towards your knees, your thighs. You ignore the water as best you can. The heaviness of the sand, as it entrenches your legs feels kind of good. You shift just enough to break up the sand and ease back into tranquility. The water continues to wash over you an...
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Moist

Moist Suggested By: Lizzie Bourne A dampness hangs in the air as the rains start to subside and the cloud begin to part. I stand there in the same spot where you left me, still in shock, mouth slack in disbelief. My mind races, wondering where things took their turn. As of then, there had been no inkling that this was how you felt; no clues left for me to find, no train of breadcrumbs for me to follow to your thoughts. And now I am here in this stickiness hanging about, tears rolling down my face, or is that just the wetness from the rains? There is a mugginess in my mind, holding on to all of the memories between us. Was it all a lie? I breathe in the dankness of the air around me, choking my throat, as was the feeling when my heart jumped it's way there when you said goodbye for the last time. Suffocating. The dripping from the gutters above, where my life currently resides, jolts my from my daze. I turn and walk, not knowing what is driving me as I feel as I lost ...
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Redemption

Redemption Suggested by: Marc Delcort Fradera I'm struggling. As I sit here on the battlefield that is my life, I take in the air around me and wonder where I went wrong. There are no real, physical weapons around me, yet the fields, for miles, are soaked with the blood and tears of those I have crossed paths with. I don't know how it happened. What I once thought of as right has, apparently, been very, very wrong. It was a mistake, throwing myself into the fray; a battle that had nothing to do with me in the first place. Yet somehow, despite coming in ill-prepared and without the knowledge of it's beginnings, nor fully understanding the manner in which this war was to be fought, I managed to break through the line, disarming and cracking the armor of my now foes, rendering them as defenseless to me as I was to them. With nothing but the words in my head, and my ink-stained hands, I have decimated everything around me, leaving behind the devastation and destr...
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Change is Weakness Entering the Body

Change is Weakness Entering the Body Suggested By: Jean Cottrill A coldness settles within you, one that eats away at you, freezing your thoughts to a moment quickly becoming lost, causing confusion and pain and worry. Worry that you'll never get back that which you so long for; confusion as to how things have seemingly stopped in their path, halting your life as you knew it; Pain that stabs deep in your subconscious that will seemingly never cease, as you try to adjust to this new way of life. Life. You never see what's coming as much as you think. The branching paths that you, without notice, know which to take now have road blocks  stretching across their width, limiting your choice to one that is unfamiliar and frightening. As much as you want to avoid it, in this instance, you cannot. You are forever stuck with this decision. That pain comes back and gnaws at you, desperately clinging to the notion that there had to be a different way for you to go. There ju...
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