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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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don’t speak fingers tainted with moonlight spread over lips hair like sunlight on rippling waves shorn like a sheep’s, sold before the remnants stain red Drip drop. Plink. Splish Splash. The sink is leaking again. Again? But we only fixed it a while ago. Was it not just a little while ago? I don’t remember. Inspired by Frank Bidard’s “I CARE IF I AM GUILTY” What is wrongdoing but the conscience of others? Why can human beings not agree on its definition; Why must it be left vague? If I ask what is wrongdoing, you will tell me dishonest Centuries of travel taught me countless lessons, the most important of which I shall pass on to you today. Encounters with dangerous landforms and deceiving aliens convinced me that one—and only one—sense was trustworthy. Even on Earth, water appears to bend an otherwise healthy straw, a nonexistent person always seems to knock on my door, the sweetest chocolate leaves the bitterest aftertaste on my tongue, and I can smell the salty ocean from the middle of a desert. Perhaps these illusions seem insignificant in comparison to the world—something interesting to acknowledge but nothing worth worrying over. I understand if that is what you believe. After all, distrusting the senses you have relied upon throughout your life would be stupidity. But the truth is that you could not be more wrong. You, an infant in the universe’s eyes, are adorably innocent and ignorant, and your life is limited by the world you live in. Let’s journey to another world. |
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