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“She’s not breathing anymore!” Those were the last words I heard From my unsuspecting killer and lover Unsuspecting because he didn’t know He was responsible for my death A slow, painful death. I wasn’t ill or injured; My heart ached And my thoughts consumed me. He kept lying to me And that drove me crazy. My heart pumped harder each day And infectious thoughts ate away my brain, They planted themselves like seeds, Tiny and unnoticeable. But slowly, they grew And became strong plants That surrounded my mind And took control of me. If only he had confessed, This would have not happened. I would not be thinking all

Weightless caress And empty “I love yous” I am nothing I feel nothing Confused, Catatonic, Sad, And hopeless Decisions to make That never come to mind What road to take? I need to unwind A couch or a chair A rock or a lamp I wish I could be Livelier than I am Illuminate the soul Comfort them all At least you can hold One in your hand Breath of fresh air Kiss into me Or death will come And kiss life out

Is there such a thing as an alternate reality? If so, it would mean there is not just one “truth.” As a science student, I am always seeking for the truth through experiment. “What is the concentration of the stock solution of hydrochloric acid?” But as a person, the truth is more complicated. If my friend tells me he is sad but does not look the part, should I not trust he’s telling the truth? In my reality, he is not sad. In his reality, he is.  So what should I do to prove his reality? Get him an fMRI? This is where we get parallel realms that DO intersect. Yes, you must be thinking: “preposterous!&rdqu

I don’t love you For what you are not, For a whim, Nor because of fantasies I don’t love you For what You might become Nor for your illusions I love you The way you are With your defects And your virtues I love you For your humor, Your smile, And your heart Your intelligence, Your privacy, Your crazy, And your affection I love you Because you let me Be myself By your side

My feathers On the floor I can no longer Take flight Trapped Within me Broken On the outside Seeds Feed my soul You Pick up the feathers Imagination Runs high Elation Approaches Fantasies, Games… All But reality You Open my eyes I Bathe in sorrow Not me Not today Not my life No such luck