|"To destroy me is to destroy Him. To destroy Him, is to end me."|
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This is a story of how it began.
This is a story of how it ended.
This is a story of five-letter words
like no said two and a half times.
His words were blue stains on the canvas and the birds I drew in the canvas sky were the uneven check marks of his top lip. I wanted to draw his eyes, but he always kept them lowered.
Who was I to change that?
Three months ago he went through his short story, took out all the verbs.
"I don't want the romance to go anywhere," he said.
His girlfriend rolled her eyes and told him that he'd never make it as an artist. It was a joke, but she wasn't smiling.
Three days ago, she said, pausing in the doorway:
"I guess I'm just hungrier than you're artistic. Should have gotten a job."
Once upon a time, I saw him sitting near the exit and came over, cutting off the waiter as he reached for the check. He wasn't brave enough to walk away without paying. The light from th
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I am a college graduate, holding an Associate's of Applied Science (focus: Interactive Design), an avid illustrator and hopeful writer. I can attest to a life of failure and achievement. One step forward frequenting two steps back. An optimistic pessimist. |
I aim to improve and one day be successful, and in the meantime enjoy the journey.