In the wendy house we served afternoon tea and cookies to our friends, sitting upon folded legs and chattering as if words were our rocket fuel.
The clouds are puffs of white magic in acres of blue. They are the brilliance of a new page upon a sky canvas of such consistent hue.
Everyday after work, I lie down on my comfortable couch reading books and watching talk shows - no communication with friends or others. Loneliness brings life into another realm, quietness is the new beginning for humankind to think more and think from themselves. In the school jail, the crazy competitions don't give you the opportunity to think yourself, you have to pay careful attention to the teachers or else you will be shut down like someone who scored no goals on a hockey team. At least, that was the case for me. Now, I am free and can build my own thoughts and express myself in unique ways and ideas. Loneliness helped to create my own identity and it will continue to strengthen my inner self.
The first thing you'd see is a typical honors kid - large dark eyes behind blue rimmed glasses, holding all the bookish knowledge. The girl's curious eyes asking for more, conflicted with the tight smile silently begging to be left alone.
She'd wear her dark straight hair up in a ponytail, with a pink baseball hat. With the pink sports backpack, she'd deceive anyone. But her scrawny figure in an over-sized men's sweatshirt, underneath a denim shirt from Goodwill, with a pair of jeans ripped from overuse - told a different story. So did her punk boots picked from garage sale.
She hid her scars under thick spike bracelets, another piece that did not match with the silver heart locket hanging from an unusually long necklace.
Even with all the pieces roughly glued together, she had yet to find out which was her real face.
Every financial product (shares) I have found is greenwashing, especially in the financial sectors. As an example:
A: We plant one tree for each tree we chop down!
B: Don't hardwood trees take a long time to grow?
A: Yes, so we plant a different species that grows faster!
B: So it's the wrong food for the animals and it still takes ages to grow?
A: Ha, yes, that's the best the market will do though, we are the most ecological company. It makes new habitat.
B: Are the trees in the same place as the ones that were chopped down?
A: No, they are hundreds of miles away.
B: So it's a bit similar to me demolishing a bit of your house and building (very slowly) a replacement hundreds of miles away where you had no access to food and every other thing you need?
A: Yes.
Alice walked along the rough cobbled streets that caused her feet to ache. The buildings were tight together and loomed over her, like a forest of stone. When she looked up the roofs were so close together that she could only make out a sliver of the blue sky that was mirrored by the tiny stream of light that trickled along the cold stone ground. The alleyway twisted and turned back on itself, first going to the right, then to the left. From where Alice stood, whether she look in front or behind, she saw nothing but stone.
Something flashed beneath the surface of his hardened expression and I hurried to investigate the sudden shift. It was too late, the emotion disappeared before I could identify it, like reaching desperately for an escaped balloon; the string dangling so tantalizingly close but the wind pushed it away and it's lost forever.
In the theatre I feel the brain of screenwriter reaching out to the brains in the audience; her words and emotions are asking us questions in the way dreams do, always seeking a pathway to greater love and societal peace.
Everyone thinks car insurance is a sensible expense and self care isn't. If I ride a bike and get a monthly massage I take care of myself and the environment and spend way less. It's car vs care.
She stumbled to the corner of the room, and with each step her stomach tightened and ached all the more. She kept swallowing, and her throat kept clenching, but no matter what she could not stop the warm feeling rising through her chest. Then she could taste it at the back of her mouth. Constance buckled over. A warm, clouded, cream coloured liquid spilled from her mouth, and sizzled as it splashed over the cold stone floors.
With the planks sanded and stained, the flowing grain of the wood was as gentle waves upon a shore. They were as still as any photograph if one had a mind for stillness, yet in the times of music and movement they played too, as if by some memory of living.
Her face wasn't anything extraordinary or significant, and yet, he felt somehow magically draw to those serious and silent features. Though she always avoided his gaze, he couldn't help but notice her clean skin and lack of makeup, along with her always messy hairstyles. Perhaps many would consider her homely, but he found her awe-striking.