eunoia.
"i'm protecting you, i promise.
what you're doing?
it's not good.
so throw away that wig already.
get rid of your makeup."
i smile at dad,
believing he was
just trying to protect me.
so i nod and throw it away.
it was eunoia,
to think he had my interest at heart.
he didn't want to think
that his 'boy' was a girl.
it was just my perception,
my ignorant bliss.
i was only 16, though,
so what would i know?
i trusted him alot;
why would he lie?
but i guess his reputation
was more important than my life.
F Is For Fuck
Fuck is a word I say alot, but I don’t mean to. This word is used the most from 7 a.m. to 3 p.m. on Monday through Friday at my employer due to the high volume of idiots I’m urged to work alongside of. I didn’t chose this word because it’s my favorite word, I choose it because it’s the word I say the most throughout the day.
Petrichor
The dampness of the soil. The droplets of water on the grass. The rainbow in the sky. And if you’re lucky, sometimes you see a double rainbow. I believe that there’s a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Just like I believe in the moon and the stars. And mermaids and garden fairies. And if you wish at 11:11, it will come true. But petrichor; the scent that lingers in the air after it rains.
How lovely is that?