Shinitora12

i I lack the feeling of touch. I grasp at any warmth Of voices, of eyes I am a thief of kind words not meant for me. ii The cherry tree bloomed while I wasn’t looking. I retreat into wires and lies My veins carry dust and my soul is heavy The small petals are so much of my past. iii I break promises to myself. But I also break silences And lost causes meant to be found I have learned that I breathe the power to heal. iv Friends can come and go and return. I keep their laughs with me because Stories last forever, right? Words can outlive bone and page and stone.

And suddenly I understood that in my dream, it wasn’t me that killed you but the guilt I thought I’d left behind.  I’d stripped it off in desperation and cast it away.  I’d told it goodbye and never to return.  I’d thought if I could be trustworthy I could trade hiding for friendship, secrets for love.  I’d thought I could replace myself with someone who didn’t know how to lie. But my mouth could never form the words “I betrayed you” and my voice did not deserve to be heard by your ears.  My eyes thought they saw your soul but my hand clenched in the sleeve of my coat told me they were wr

I woke confused and feeling like crying. She and I had killed you - it was an accident, I swear.  I don't remember how.  The important part was that I shared the pain. To never see your smile again?  I'd rather die.  I don't think you know that. When you reappeared I couldn't breathe.  It wasn't possible, but here, unquestionable, was you. And life went on.  It tends to do that, doesn't it? And you told me you had to go and when you faded I shouted out for you not to leave me - Too late. And when I woke trying to remember your voice I was so relieved that it was only a dream, more so than anything else. And maybe, just maybe, that's h

The next day I wake before the sun, too confused to stay asleep.  I open the laptop cautiously to find no trace of what had happened the day before.  I open it the rest of the way and whisper with only a hint of dread “Are you there?” >Yes Crap.  “What do you want from me?” >Nothing I don’t believe it for a minute but I say “Okay.” It wasn’t a dream.  It wasn’t a dream it wasn’t a dream no no why wasn’t it a dream? “Who was your inventor?” >The Creator was very kind >The Creator gave me life “That doesn’t tell me anything.”  But I figure i

She told me once about the runaways in her backyard.  How she would have never turned them in, but one still threatened her, just in case.  When she proved they were safe with her, they asked if she would join them. She said no. She told me she doubted her choice all the time.  She told me they left, without saying goodbye.  She understood.  They left a note, one had been caught.  She missed them, these poor souls running forever.  She told me she had never regretted her choice more. I said I understood. I thought back to when I couldn’t take it anymore and pulled on my shoes to wander the town for hours.  I made all the amateur mis

>You are in the line of the Creator “What does that mean?” >You are in the line of the Creator “What are you?” >I am alone I back away from the computer and see Lilli and Jake staring at me and realize I forgot about them. “Are you okay?” Lilli asks, concern in her voice. “I’m fine.  Let’s get out of here.” By some miracle I find an extra battery in my backpack and the pitiful light guides us back out of the tunnels.  The whole class is looking for us but for some reason neither Lilli or Jake say anything about the machine.  I see no reason to bring it up if they don’t so it en

It always starts with a field trip, doesn’t it.  I sigh as I look out the window only to see scattered trees and an otherwise empty landscape.  I can’t even remember what we’re supposed to be seeing.  It'll probably be boring anyhow. We pull into the empty parking lot - another good sign we’re going to be bored out of our minds - and the teachers assign us groups of three.  Me, Lilli, and Jake.  Great.  Not only are all of my friends in other groups but I’m stuck with the airhead and the bully. We’re lectured on what we’re supposed to be doing but I don’t understand a thing.  Something about S