Shampoo wends from my hair riding rivulets down my face and stinging my eyes. The humid air is awash with the smell of coconut... which I do not like. But then again, it’s not my shampoo. When I moved back in with my parents and my younger brother (aged 30) I found the shower we once shared awash in bottles. His wife (forever 24) was one of those women who had a bottle for everything. Dry hair, frizzy hair, oily hair, big hair. No hair. A corpse doesn’t need conditioner and After she took her life she left her shampoo and now two years later after moving back in with my parents I wonder whether my brother ever moved on. Does he shower with her ghost? I do, when I use her shampoo and it runs down my face and stings my eyes and smells like coconut. Instead of talking to him I slowly attempt to use up her memory, so that he and I are no longer awash in it whenever we shower and we can move forward. But then, inevitably, as the shampoo runs thin and my eyes are rinsed clean I wonder: If he followed her into the dark, how long would I keep his bottles as daily I tried to clean myself while simultaneously awash in their ghosts?
by gbeck1 I say my tears are salty yet bittersweet because they wash away yesterday's sorrows. You say your tears are faulty; incomplete because you save today's for tomorrow. Society's tears are split in memoriam, Spilt blood and forgotten quarrels Unforgiven wars of the past drag on today because we reassure ourselves the solution comes tomorrow, then comes overwhelming dismay, When the past repeats itself. what isn't comprehended by the masses is that change never truly happened, these wounds are incapable of healing themselves. Ignorance is bliss, the tears were dried before they splattered by our parents' gentle napkins. We can't bend over or fold because our hands were previously dealt. But colour is beauty, a gratuity is a tip, A race is something to be won in a movie, Not an excuse to ignore beauty due to the colour he or she is. Standards are a facade, we were led astray, But i say i am not colourblind because our tears fall down the same.
(insights by 15 year-olds on the known universe) 1. ovens are just spicy refrigerators 2. Costco stores are Karen energy 3. tumblr is just depressed kid's Instagram 4. muffins are just tiny cakes 5. soda is just spicy crunchy juice water 6. caffeine is a psychoactive drug 7. oatmeal cookie batter is crunchy slime 8. arson is just community service 9. tik tok is for unintelligent people 10. ugandan yobungus
Some of these are factual. Some are not. Take 8 for example. False. These are samples of conversations I have overheard.
Don't be afraid to bloom. Don't be afraid to be a late bloomer. Don't be afraid to be a late, late bloomer. Don't be afraid to be the last, Late bloomer. All there is to know, Is that you will bloom, And there is nothing to fear.