Dear summer,
I miss you.
I miss him and sneaking out and the way my skin would stick to the leather seats of his navy blue pickup truck. I miss midnight countdowns and the twin tunnels and the way our words kept getting tangled in the airwaves.
He told me that one day, this universe would be all mine. I told him that I wanted to melt the stars together so people like me would know that the light won’t ever fade from this world. I’m pretty sure he didn’t comprehend what I was saying. Sometimes I end up speaking a language no one else is fluent in.
But thinking about warm silver rain and his minty breath against my collarbone severs the hot-wires that cling to ventricles inside of me, and god, I wish he wasn’t going to Iraq this month.
I miss you; I don’t want to pray on sleepy knees anymore.
Just come home.
Dear autumn,
You damn near killed me.
I used to exude confidence until you walked into my front door. Now I am merely trying not to slip through cracks in concrete stairs or stain my white dress with mutilated colors. The clocks in the bedrooms exploded last night, the pendulums slicing through wooden floorboards. I let the metal cut me from head to toe because I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could be in control of time for once.
But I guess I was wrong because he left for a foreign country, a place where he will have to get used to dusty feet and sleeping with a gun underneath his pillow and air raids that will wake the sun up each morning.
What if he doesn’t come home?
Dear winter,
I think I hate you.
I hate the way you grasp fragile skin with icy claws and tear it apart. I hate how you strip the trees of jade and choke the earth in unbearable amounts of whiteness. You remind me of hospital rooms, of antiseptics and not ever feeling clean enough and lack of oxygen.
Yesterday I broke my piano when I smashed my fist across its keys. I got a letter saying that there was an accident and he had been hurt, but luckily he is alive and recovering. Now there is nothing ricocheting throughout my house but static and silence, my two biggest enemies.
I wish I had talked him out of joining the military; I wish winter wasn’t so happy about the fact that it slashes the throats of bumblebees and causes young children to fall through ponds while ice-skating.
I wish I had told him that I was just kidding when I said I didn’t care about him.
Dear spring,
You are beautiful.
You help me to appreciate the little things in life like baby seeds and open windows and hot-air balloons dangling from the horizon. The stars bleed down the skyline, drenching the world in an astonishing sweetness. Mailboxes are filled with college acceptance letters and fresh nests hold a robin’s eggs.
He is sitting right next to me on the tattered sofa; I don’t take our time together for granted anymore. We have been up all night playing videogames and laughing until our ribcages threatened to break from the pressure.
My fingernails are painted marine-blue, like his eyes, and I don’t feel so alone anymore because the sound of music is playing in another room, reverberating across the airwaves.
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It hurts knowing someone in the Military. I see it everytime I go home and peer into my baby sisters eyes. Pleading for me to stay. Begging until tears get caught in their throats allowing no air to pass through. I am in the military and the first time I went into the war zone I was scared. But letters from home, emails, and those few phone calls helped a lot! Keep supporting! This was a fantastic write it moved me and made me remember that 6,000 miles away people care and are thinking of us!
Thank you!
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Aww, thank you soo much for the sweet comment! I am so proud and thankful of everyone that is serving our country. One of my best friends is a Marine, and although I selfishly want him to come back home, I know that he is good at what he does and I am doing the best I can to help support him and anyone else.
If you ever need anything, just let me know! I pray for everyone every night
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yesyesyesss ;D
I will thoroughly comment on this later, love.
I can't believe I have no commented on this yet. I feel quite ashamed of myself...baha
Anyways.
This is amazing. I love how you write. Your words are so inspiring and true and just overall incredible. (:
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I came across your name after browsing who was online and decided to check out the workl of someone new. Tghis is an incredibly well crafted piece. I love the style you have used and love how you have woven each season into the piece. Am glad I dropped by to check this out. God to read something from someone new and find something that I enjoyed reading. Well done and keep up the great work Claire aka forever dreaming
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Sometimes I end up speaking a language no one else is fluent in.
-you've pretty much summed up my whole life
You damn near killed me.
-woahh amazing way to start!
mutilated colors
-fucking awesome.
I don’t feel so alone anymore because the sound of music is playing in another room, reverberating across the airwaves.
-ahhh, i LOVED this!!
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Dear winter,
I think I hate you.
stunning.
your writing is amazing..
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i set this as my status on facebook haha.
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wow this is crazy.
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oh, wow. this was absolutely incredible. good luck in the contest!
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