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Carrying a past filled with cracked ceilings and frayed cables, I wait for you.

Prance in the nearby fields, if you must. Scour the grounds for a lucky four-leaved clover, if it helps. But you know the skeletons in your closet will always be here for you. Wailing for you to return. Screeching for your attention. Until our bones break from this cell, crawl underneath the gate, and through the bars, to reassemble ourselves on the other side. We snicker at how clever we are, and start dragging ourselves through town, so we can play with our creators.

 A single black down feather is all you left behind. Just one. One feather, soggy and dripping with sewage water. One feather, the same impenetrable black as the inside of a convicts brain. This one feather, cries. Cries, as being just  one  feather. Why couldn't it be TWO feathers? Cries, at being left behind, as it's host soars away. Why did I get left behind? Why me? Cries, at being noticed by some passerby. Finally! Cries, at being stuffed into their back pocket. Wait, what? And now you're being carried along by some other vermin. WHAT? Hmm. This might have been a turning point. Well, you might cease to exist s

Most people fall in love with the extra-ordinary. Dear me, You are not most people; never for a moment try to believe you are. You stand out from the crowd, with your quiet ways and subtle humor, and, in the beginning, that's horrifying. But soon enough, you will learn to lift your eyes and set your jaw; you will learn the word no when it comes to fools; you will live emblazoned over the world like a fiery rainbow. You will learn many, many things in the coming years. You will learn to smile with all the vibrancy you have tucked away inside of you, and you will learn to be that other kind of beautiful. The kind that dreamers and thinkers

Dark Heptagon One, the location, the hazy purple sky, gray grass, and brown sun, were enough to unnerve anyone. Two, the creatures with their inhuman shapes; their bodies and features were black with deadly yellow eyes and a strange empty hole somewhere on their body, but all of them were different. They sat around a tree like table, probably just finishing dinner. Some had drinks, other had dessert, but they all were enjoying themselves. Three, the fact I was there. Even if this place existed, why would I be here? In my PJ's no less. It was these three things that made me want to believe I was dreaming. But how could I know, it felt too re