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To The People I’ve Forgotten

So, yesterday, I was on my way up to Wittenberg where I was in desperate need of getting a few things done—dropping/adding a class for the summer, getting my things ready to move from my house to another apartment on campus, and casually closing out a ridiculously high bar tab. However, something happened when I was at my house that I never saw coming, nor really thought I would ever do.  I wasn’t having the greatest day, and yes, I know it’s summer, but sadness can follow anyone, anywhere. I needed a moment in between the moving and gathering of my things, so I walked over to my desk in my room, felt it’s smooth edges, and sat down. I remember just staring at the ceiling for a couple minutes before I looked down and saw  a framed picture from when I was  in about  seventh grade. From left-to-right in the picture goes me, my step mother, my father, my uncle, my aunt, and then their three kids (Wil, Caroline,  and  Peter). In front of all of us are my gra...

Eyes like the Ocean

Eyes like the Ocean Now (Senior Year) With desire, she stares at the side of his long, white face that is sprinkled with brown freckles flashing across his complexion. His jaw line punctures down from his temple and sits as sharp as a steak knife in a kitchen drawer. He is turned to the table in front of the two, not looking over at her. She, however, body turned on the white couch they are sitting on, is staring at him. He looks sadly forward as silence fills the space between them. I watch them from behind the couch, a couple tables over in the first floor of McWherter Library, the heart wrenchingly beautiful four level library that sits at the North end of the University of Memphis. I wish I was him. She reaches over, him looking somberly forward, and lays her head on his shoulder like a mini statue on a shelf, frozen and staring. She wants to kiss him, to be inside of him, for him to be inside her, to snuggle herself into the dark wool jacket that sits over his long, bro...