CloudedVision24

My stories don't end happily. Some of them have sad endings, but many are neither sad nor glad, but somewhere in between.  Sometimes the characters will move on… But I never say if it's to a better place.  Sometimes the end ends up right at the beginning again.  More often then not, my endings are less about concluding the story and more about being food for thought.  I want my stories to have an aftertaste, and I want my readers to savor that taste. Maybe I just don't like happy endings. I'd like my life to be like what I hope my stories are:  interesting, unconventional, and unique.  And when I die, just like my stories I won't need

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When I first met you, I didn't think much of you. You thought quite a lot of me. But that was before we became friends. --- We were just good friends. Or so I told myself. Or so I longed to believe. But there was also something deeper That I hid away. --- A long time ago When we were together As friends I found a small square of orange felt. You said you used it To make the drum sound different When you hit it. You let me take it, and I did. I don't remember why. But I still have it. You always did love your drumming. --- Finally, I gave in to my feelings And admitted to myself That you were amazing, One-of-a-kind, A

there's something cruel in the way a girl gasps cruel, no doubt, the cool felt of a poker table echoes in her skin, softly to say a thousand empty words yes, im a fool in every splendid way all because of how a girl gasps

I just passed a bank of gumball machines, which seem to be all over the mall.  I wish I had a quarter.  There's something splendid about passing a bank of gumball machines with a quarter in your pocket.  If you wanted it, you could get any gumball you desired.  Just pop in a quarter and twist the lever.  It's a little slice of the world that's all yours for a brief moment. A man pushing a stroller walks by me.  Children make me happy.  But then I see the air tube and bag of medication hooked to back of the stroller.  I wonder what ailment that poor child is suffering from. A moment, and the man with the stroller walks past me and is gone.  

Tomorrow will be the day Matthew Ehlert floats away on a cloud. I've thought to myself for years, "Someday, Matthew's gonna fly away."  He was always aloof; he never seemed in place in this world.  He seemed like he was destined for something greater -- Not success and riches and whatnot, but some other, greater universe entirely.  It only seems natural that one day he would just float away. Yesterday was a fairly normal day, for Matthew.  There was no steam coming out of his ears, like there had been for the last two weeks.  It was a nice change from yesterday, when it was coming out of his

My body Dissolves In the warm Touch Of beauty. And winter Uses the Earth As a canvas, To strangle The forest With lies. But... Seasons change. Leaves fall And bud Once more. A heartbeat Of Father Time.

Smiles lie And too many words are left unsaid. So let me rest Here – in the shade – And look into your eyes.