Up.

You love something when it hurts deeply, but you can't get away.
That's where I am.
I don't know what to do.
Maybe it doesn't love me mutually.
I hope that's not the case.

Ode to a Bear

Dear Bear,
I've always have been intrigued by you.
You have style.
I won't find you amongst many other animals.
Your bones are an abnormal hue.
Your fur isn't clean, but I don't mind.
I know you may not enjoy my company.
But I really love yours.
Your mentality never stops impressing me.
You are one of the few good bears left in the wood.
I relish the silence.
You are a charming creature.
Please don't leave yet.
Bears don't actually hibernate.
Love,
A Fellow Bear

Follow.

Nobody wants a broken car. No child wants a broken toy. Nobody has use for a broken mirror. It's all understandable really. They no longer serve a purpose. They have no worth. They no longer fill OUR needs. If it's broken, why not just throw it out? There's plenty where they came from, right? Why keep something that requires repair? In this world everything is replaceable, nothing is worth the effort of fixing. That takes to much of OUR precious time. We have agendas to live by. How could we spend a moment restoring something so silly as that? There's no reason to mend a broken car, toy, or mirror. Or person.

False Teeth

Funny. Yes. Funny how all can change post slight readjustments. When all we know has been flipped around. Morals now are mere suggestions to abide by. Bandages now last the evening, just to be torn off while resting. Selfishness now stands hand in hand with selflessness, because at least one party HAS to be selfish for the other to be selfless. All that we know has been altered into an unrecognizable state. To me, all is ruin. Tossed aside are the compassionate hearts of those who used to accommodate those in need. Sure, my kind looks similar to years passed, but no one truly ventures to understand the damage done. It's there. You're there. Everyone is there! Lifting themselves up by re-entering the barbaric state that I thought we were too old for, too mature, too wise for! I suppose even dreamers are there. I myself, have been worn down into a fraction of the life I thought I was. I was a fool to think the former moments of my life were difficult. They are nothing to the everlasting pain I now endure. Those I loved and respected now torn from me. Our foundation is crumbling. Focus has been lost. After all, relationships form when leadership is out of the picture.

P.S. I don't know you anymore.

Molasses

Stuck. That's what I am. Stuck. Trapped in my own self. Just a small fragment of me. Though it is the most important part. It's me. It's really me. Not pretending, not bluffing. Pure Whitney. A beautiful creature at that. Something to be proud of. Something for others to think about. However, the words can't come out. They don't exist. They sound like crazed babbling to the common man. Too bad. I suppose I'm just a prisoner...



Any one have bail?

Turnover

Erase it. Go on. Erase it. Not much is left anyways. Just forget about it. Yeah. There you go. It's gone. Are you satisfied? Does is feel good to demolish the greatest possible masterpiece in history? To know that our selfish nature got the best of us once again? Yeah, being human is really great. Not considering the scars left upon the other life. Great. We can't keep our eyes open long enough to ever comprehend the honorable side to us. We never drew the whole sketch. We left out the vital foundation of the tower.
However, denying the past is foolish. No one could look past the remarkable fun we had. Or how the sun was brighter when we drew.

Must we keep living this way?

Or must our creation suffer more?

I miss the entire thought of it.

More importantly I miss you.