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I’m weird. I sing to my apples, dance with my dog, crack jokes that will make you groan, don’t like sports, (but do nerd sports like Battle of the Books), and (obviously) write.

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Is that you, Death?

He doesn’t want me,
but I want Him.

I want to feel His arms
as they carry me away.

Why can’t He love me
the way I love Him?

Can’t He feel 
my pain?

It’s time to go.
Why does He refuse me?

I lie through my suffering,
His face remorseful as He sits upon my bed.

Why won’t you take me?
You know I want to go.

You are a piece of Art,
the answer comes.

To destroy you would be you
would be to break you.

That is something that
I cannot do.

A wail wishes to
escape my throat.

I’m already broken.
Why not save me now?

His eyes are sorrowful.
Too sorrowful.

There is nothing beyond this.
Only blackness.

In the light, His
... fear?

against fluorescent lighting.

How can I love this being,
who cannot love me?

What are you,
my salvation?

How do you

You do not live,
yet you do not...


A nose against my hide.
A nudge against the sleep.
My mother’s breath whistling through my fur...

It’s time to Awake.

The darkness of the sky,
juxtaposed against the brilliant orb
that lights my world,
its followers so small against its greatness.
Small and tall surround me, staring at this majesty.

My father begins the Howl.
A long,
steady note.
The sound draws me,
as it does my mother.
My friends.
My pack.
A cacophony of sound,
waiting to reach its peak.




The Howl resonates
befofe hitting rock.
Then stops.
Father bids us farewell,
a caress of the tail.
We retreat to our homes.
Silence awaits us.

“Why do we Howl at the Moon?”
My eyes find mother’s,
hopeful for an answer.
The question had
befuddled my mind
for days.

“Why wouldn’t we Howl?” 
She stares at me,

I don’t understand...
“... but why do we Howl?”

My mother cannot comprehend
my question.

“We’ve always howled,” ...


   Have you ever wondered where your phone’s battery goes when it’s cold? Why humans can’t properly store energy? Well, let me tell you:
It’s the Stars.

   Every piece of energy you’ve ever lost, every outraged exclamation of, “I could have sworn I charged it last night!” You did charge it. They just took the energy instead.
   They draw it from anything, whether large and small. Now free from whatever contained it, it flies through the atmosphere faster than light, carried to its recipients in mere seconds. 
   The Stars are not wasteful like humans. They understand the worth of this precious resource. They use it in everything, from the expansion of their population to the creation of their gaseous smoothies. But let me let you in on a secret...
   They’re sentient.
   They’re so aware of themselves and others, the simplicity of their society rivals the complexity of the Humans’. Color displayed in the purest of ways....

A Trillion Trees

A Trillion Trees?

A trillion trees...
The thoughts that fly within me

Do you and I,
Reader, think the same?
I think not.

Could this save Us?
... no,
that is not my question

Is it possible?
... closer, but
yet still so far away

Oh, Dear Reader,
You have not thought...
no, you have not.

The truest question
tells all...
it holds the essence of the human society

How long have I toiled,
for you, and the world,
to come to this earthshaking inquiry?

You ask this, already knowing the answer.
A very long time.
Now, I will show you product of my mastery:

Where, I ask you.
The trillion trees,
in their quantity so vast.

Where, Dear Reader,
in our selfless attempts to save the world,
would we put them all?


Universal Knowledge

But A Note

Every soul can read its script and know its worth, even if conflicting with its manufactured personality; they are but a thousand individual notes, so small against the lines of distinction, their flight not culminated until played together, fingers against the keys, music across the heart, blissful turmoil caressing the mind.