drabbles 12.24
She draws the arrow and notches it back, pressing her two fingers against the wood. Her arm tenses, and she draws breath, holding it until her entire body steadies.
When she releases it, the arrow flies straight and true and embeds itself into the doe.
You’re a paradigm he says. He lists his favorite words in relation to you. But are they his favorite because they describe you or are they his favorite because you describe them? A complex equation, a masterpiece drawn in the height of the Renaissance. He never stops talking and you wonder if there’s a hierarchy to your relationship. Perhaps it goes his worlds, you, and then him. Maybe you’re just in the way. Maybe this is a torrid love affair between him and his words and you’re only there to channel what can’t exist on it’s own. Maybe you don’t care.
He calls you beautiful and intelligent, and then he calls you alluring like the pearls of Aphrodite and quick as Athena’s own wit
He loves you, you’re sure of it. You just wonder if he loves the girl you are or the girl he wants.
he dreams of a thin blade slicing open his skin and instead of red, dark dust pours out, multiplying, never stopping, and he covers the entire world in black ash until he can't breathe and he hears it in his head, echoing in and out and in and out
you're the spark stiles
we are the generation that is limited to two hundred characters and two hundred and fifty posts
we are the generation that shorthands and portmanteaus so that we can get our thoughts out there in the atmosphere
we are the generation that writes out our autobiographies in ephemeral thoughts that the world can see with a simple press of a button that says update or create post
we are the generation that does not feel trapped to three hundred people but open to three million more and our connections run like veins in a body all connecting to one heart
we are the generation that the previous one thinks is going to fail but we constantly bring newer and better ways of living of bein
we are the generation that is not limited to one but told to go find three and we come back with five of a completely different item
we are the generation