Lost and Found Answering the phone to hear Greg’s solemn voice on the other end was not something I had expected. Then again, the entire conversation was not something I expected. I don’t know what I expected. It was in his tone though, like the tone of a news anchor covering a story and all of a sudden they are hit with terrible news. I knew it was bad, it had to be, what other reason would Greg have for contacting me after four years? Especially the way it had ended; Greg taking advantage of a fourteen-year-old me, and Mark rushing in to save the day, my own knight on a shiny blue skateboard.Lost and Found
Recognition The car came out of nowhere. I swear I didn’t see it. Maybe it was the alcohol that blinded me, confused me, and blocked my natural reflexes. Maybe I just didn’t want to seem out of control to you. Maybe I didn’t care. The hospital walls seemed so bright that night, too bright, too cheery. Didn’t they understand that this was a place for pain, regret, and remorse? It was no place for white, sanitary space; the building was full of dirt and grime hiding underneath the surface. I wanted to see you, to know you were ok. The driver of the other car was fine, barRecognition
Ecstasy
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Those loving arms that clutch my heart are nothing more than a phantom work of art.
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