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Almost RealI open my eyes to enchantment;
The sound of a song rings forgotten in my ears.
I see people standing all around me,
Talking and laughing,
Their eyes full of merriment as they look my way.
I know that I should know them
But their familiar faces are yet strange.
I do not know who I am here;
Do not remember who it is that I should be.
I belong here, truly, I feel it
Aching in every fiber of my being—
From the depths of my core
All the way out to the tips of where
Wings would be, if I had them.
Perhaps I had them, once.
I no longer know.
I have been silent too long,
The people around me give me worried looks.
I want to smile and reassure them;
“I'm fine, just fine,”
But the words will not form on my tongue.
I breathe deeply, the scent of the woodland
Lingering in my air.
I feel a hand clasp my shoulder,
Look up into eyes the green of the forest.
I knew him, once; I know it.
He is the one I have never found.
I reach out toward him, suddenly afraid
Though I cannot remember
Micah's Bad Day“I'm sorry! How many times do I have to tell you?” Micah asked, cringing as he dodged yet another object flung by Jei Dun.
“You called me BIRD BOY, Micah! The hell's with that? You know...” Jei's shouting quieted down suddenly for a brief moment as the words caught in his throat. His arm fell, as did the look on his face. “...Micah, you know how much it hurts when people make fun of me because of that.”
Yes, Micah knew. And he felt terrible about it. “Look, I already said I was sorry... What more can I do?” He couldn't take back the words, that was for sure.
The look that suddenly came to Jei Jei's face made Micah kinda regret the words he'd just said, too. “Well...” Jei smirked, “if you really want to make it up to me...”
Micah didn't like where this was going. At all.
“I freaking hate you, Jei Jei...” Micah muttered under his breath, glad th
Bookends The old bookstore was hidden in a corner on a street with cool, damp cobblestones
that clip-clopped beneath my feet as though they remembered the horses that used to run
down them. It was a chance find, a chance encounter. The door had a bell that tinkled
as I opened it, and as it shut with a whispering sigh I knew it would be long and long
before I walked out again.
The books there were not only on the shelves, but everywhere around them, stacked
high to the ceiling, sideways. Heaven help you if the book that caught your eye was near
the floor. The owner hid behind the books that were stacked on the counter. The only
way to buy a book was to hand it through a lone, narrow vale between the high,
surrounding mountains to him. He had a kind smile, though. It was as though, through
those bookends, he could tell that you, like him, were a lover of books. Who else would
come by and sit for hours in this bookstore like you had just come home again from a l
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