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I needed to get back, but I had no idea where to. The array of two dimensional, monochromatic rooms kept folding me farther from my home. A plaid room where I was sitting at a table. A white room where the walls looked like cushions. A green room that reminded me of a bicycle. A blurry dark brown room that I folded too quickly through to decide what it was. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t fold back to where I belonged. My life was on paper, and someone was folding me into scenes that ...

I needed to get back, but I had no idea where to. The array of two dimensional, monochromatic rooms kept folding me farther from my home. A plaid room where I was sitting at a table. A white room where the walls looked like cushions. A green room that reminded me of a bicycle. A blurry dark brown room that I folded too quickly through to decide what it was. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t fold back to where I belonged. My life was on paper, and someone was folding me into scenes that ...

“THESE are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. “These insightful words...

I needed to get back, but I had no idea where to. The array of two dimensional, monochromatic rooms kept folding me farther from my home. A plaid room where I was sitting at a table. A white room where the walls looked like cushions. A green room that reminded me of a bicycle. A blurry dark brown room that I folded too quickly through to decide what it was. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t fold back to where I belonged. This was the universe, and someone was watching it unfold on a wal...

You step out of my car, Dragging my heart behind you. I tell you not to call me. I hope you do. Behind these black frames, these freshly painted lashes, these blue grey eyes, these underused tear ducts, this emptiness are my emotions running black down my cheeks. I’ve never cried with mascara on before. Worn only because of the night where we shared our hearts, a bed, a thought, a moment. just hours earlier. That meant nothing to you, but everything to me. With simple words “I mean it” that w...