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glimmerStaring out into the darkness one early morning, she gazed in wonder at the multitude of lights which were nothing but specks from afar. People from yonder wake up early, she decided.
She studied the lights. Some were so close to each other, they could have come from one house, only from different rooms. Some were so far apart that she wondered if the gap contained a house of sleepyheads or just an unlit street. Thinking about streets, it was then that she realized that some of the lights may have been lampposts – those fated to light the dark alleys, exposing the threatening hand that work only at night.
A new speck of light turned on. It flickered, and then steadied. She wondered if the person who turned on the switch on was aware that his act produced a light that was part of a multitude of others – a small speck, though still significant.
It was then that she realized that she too could be part of this sea of man-made stars. Her hands slowly touched the lamp switch beside her. She
dark staresI ain't asking for their opinion
This is our own decision
Their eyes are burning into me
Why can't they see
I don't care
How hard they stare
Whatever they say
Things will work our way
So I say
Shut up I'm fed up
I don't wanna hear a sound
'Coz every time I turn around
I hear them screaming
Their hearts are bleeding
Trying to keep me away
From your side they don't want me to stay
It's getting harder to hold on
When everybody has a question
'Bout us it's getting irritating
Why can't they understand a thing?
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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