Love me, O my sweetheart. Give me love, make me feel safe among the viciousness of this brutal world. Shield me from the bloodthirst. I have made you my knight in shining armor; don't you agree? Keep me out of harm's way; defend me. But I shall love you, no matter what. My entire life is devoted to you, I vow. I am thy possession, and thee is my life.
It takes a time of quiet safety for the child-self to reemerge into the consciousness, to have the courage to pull up a chair at the grand table of the self. Walking in the rain became a perfect time to gain that sense of safety, of inner peace, and the courage to listen to what the child-self has to say.
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.
Wars rage on, soldiers fight. We pray for the safety of our loved ones, their only photos shattered into a million tear-stained fragments. We sing melancholy songs for the nightingales who swoop through the sky carrying our whispers of encouragement up, up, up to heaven, where our lost ones frolic in a land unlike the one below, so consumed with rage, hatred, and greed. I wish we were up there, a happy family all together not a grieving family torn apart by the selfish deeds of men who seek happiness for themselves and themselves only, for we, to them, are lesser men, servants considered with cold utility rather than love.
Within the beech hedgerow, for the tiny robin, each tree was a neighbourhood, each branch a familiar friend.
We can restructure the global economy to promote human and environmental welfare in a few easy moves. First we need to free up money, so we take the education budget and the "petty crimes" budget. With these large sums we make child benefit payments to every parent, fund arts programs because they are healing and create a system of poor relief to provide free food and shelter. We can also look at, in the medium term, moves to make food and housing basic human rights and provide a high standard to all rather than having it part of a monetary economy. We make homeschool educational TV programs and YouTube videos; we make it easier for kids to specialise according to their own unique talents and retain their innate genius. These moves will prevent much mental illness, physical illness and crime, they will promote personal healing, community healing and give us room to cope better with covid-19 and any future pandemics. And I may be "just" a creative writer, but this is a serious proposal to restructure the global economy. Teachers become tutors, many restaurants become providers of food for the poor... it actually all works out rather well for everyone... plus, when we take into account the disparity in death rates between the poor and richer people in America (as shown by death rates of black and white people), to not tackle the correlation between poverty and death would be a form of social murder.
Abolition never happened, slavery was simply exported off-shore by means of exploitative monetary policy backed up by the military. These are policies living people voted for, that living people enacted, people of all ethnicities in the modern world. If we could take even a fraction of the momentum toward fairness and restorative justice the world has right now and put it toward the people of developing nations that are living as slaves right now, either paid slave wages or trafficked as if they were livestock, we'd have a real chance to create a better world. Will we work to let our slaves go free, to live lives of joy? Will we let go of our claims to their resources? Will we take the hard steps into a word that really has no slaves? It's time to take off the entitlement tinted glasses and see the world how it really is and our roles in it. I'm an abolitionist, how about you?
The end of the rainbow was in plain sight all along, here all along, we just needed to see that our pots were already full of heaven's gold, that earth is all the treasure we'll ever need.
She's only five years old and unaffected by death. A little innocent light with so much joy. But that will soon change and I hate it.
"Hey, why are they burying Aunty Carla? She can't bake those yummy cookies in the ground! Stop!" she screams. The people who weren't already crying allowed tears to drip down their faces. "Stop it!" She screams, tears streaming down her face.
Unexpectedly, Levi bends down and hugs Dina. "Dina, she's going to sleep." Levi whispers, "Don't be so loud or you'll wake her." Dina cuddles Levi and wails. He strokes her hair and her back lovingly. That just overpowers me. I start crying loudly causing a chain reaction in the small group. Soon everyone who loved Carla are sobbing uncontrollably.
I walk up to the makeshift stage and begin my little speech, "Mam was kind and didn't hesitate to help someone in need. Her helpful spirit got her in trouble a few times but I don't think she ever regretted it. I-"I pause clearing my throat from the tears, "I won't ever let her out my heart, she will stay in here in peace. I love you, Mam." I place my hand on my heart. AOT SALUTE. My tears soaking the clothes I'm wearing.
"Don't cry Eren! Aunty Carla is just asleep," she cries trying to make me happier. I give her a sad smile and nod while walking off the 'stage'.
Slowly her coffin gets lowered into the hole. The closest relatives take turns with the spade, covering her inch by inch with dirt.
Bye Mam. I will miss you...
It looked as if Monica had confused Halloween with Valentines, until we bit into those sugar-powdered hearts. Oh! How they bled! Each and every one of us was dripping like some B-movie vampire.
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.