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May all your dreams come true



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It's StrangeThere’s a feeling I get
when I finish reading a book—
and I don’t know how to explain it.
It’s a feeling I’m more than familiar with
at this point; yet it is one
I have never (and will never)
be able to explain.
It makes me want to cry
and laugh at the
same time.
It makes me want to keep reading
(this can’t be the end, can it?)
while making me understand
that there are no more words
meant for it.
The dictionary is useless—
there is no definition of these emotions
that burst to life every time
I turn that last page. No meaning
or explanation for it.
I feel lost and yet hopeful;
the melancholy crackle of a spine
closing shut matches the
shaky breaths that rattle from
my chest.
I don’t know what this feeling is.
Then again, I don’t think I ever want
to figure it out. Shy TruthsI spilled a cup of ocean
and opened my hands
hoping to catch the truth.
Empty seashells,
broken clams,
and a palm-full
of worn pebbles
were all I caught.
I guess
the truth
is shy. Eat'em SynopsisAt 10-years-old, Jacob Brook awoke to a foot-tall crimson-quilled demon sitting on his night stand and shaking a bottle of Pepto-Bismol chewables. The imp offered itself as Jacob's eternal servant, best friend, and side kick, if only he would give it the delectable morsels encapsulated in the eloquent pink container. In hindsight, "I don't care, Eat'em" was a bad choice of words.
A decade later, Jacob (still partnered with the sugar-addicted Eat'em) sees things others can't. When exposed to even the smallest amount of adrenaline, Jacob is able to visualize the world on an almost molecular level, which is really only a problem with keeping a steady girlfriend. That is until the day he inadvertently walks in on a man violently attacking a woman. In fact, the man is biting her. And in an act of self-defense, Jacob is forced to kill in order to keep from being killed.
Except the man doesn't stay dead. According to a short article in the local paper, what Jacob expected to be a crime scene<da:thumb id="422989959"/> Dear Lady,I thought I saw you again, for just a moment.
Arms folded just so, your head a-tilt, like my words were a lodestone.
You were like a vision to a blind man, my light in the darkness.
But just for a moment.
I guess I must have been mistaken.
I feel like Odysseus, searching these long years -
but then, that would make you Penelope.
Suddenly it’s like a veil has been lifted.
If you are Penelope, then, I…I am presumed dead.
No wonder you looked so lost, so abandoned.
I left you to fight my Trojans.
I left you to protect you! To shelter you!
But all you saw were the empty halls
The empty days that passed like blurs
What good is a golden fleece if there is no warmth left to shield?
What good the skills I’ve honed and trained so well?
I have no bow to string.
I have no heart.


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