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Eerie DesertionI had gone but when I came back everything was as I had left it. The dusty books on my shelf still in the same place, the dishes in the cabinet assorted according to size. The air was stale, not breathed, unmoved; I noticed how loud my own footsteps were on my tiled entryway. My luggage was alone in the corner against my off white walls only interrupted by the occasional family photo or piece of art. This is home, my sanctuary, where I become myself instead of the other person that emerges when I close the door behind me. I shed my shell and leave it in the hallway. My bedroom is as disorganized and laundry filled as I had left it before. I hEerie Desertion


R. T. and the M. B.Random Thinkings and the Monarch ButterflyR. T. and the M. B.
The cracks in the sidewalk bother me. I dont understand why they just dont make it one solid piece. One of my shoelaces is untied and its trailing me with a soft swoosh. Every step I take makes the dirty white string slap me on the side of the foot, but Im in far too much a hurry to bend over and retie it. I get a wave from the people in the black car to cross the street and I smile in response while in a momentary freefall before the sole of my shoe hits the asphalt. I hate crossing the street, because if youre too slow maybe the other drivers won


Never LostNever LostNever Lost
We turned towards the wind and smiled, soon we all would be dead.
The cracking of the globular sky blinded us all as the advancing army chanted the war song.
No rain would come; we all knew the Gods were against us.
Why would they weep for those they had condemned long before we could prove them wrong?
Their feet spelled out the alphabet of victory though the war had not been waged.
Our men defiantly cheered them forward, faster, and faster they said.
With our swords held high and our shields acting as our only defense, we hollered o
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