I thought I got away clean.
No scars,
No bruises,
No pain,
From the damage I caused.
Too bad I was my own witness.
Now all I feel is you.
Category: Bre Writes Daily
#22: The Clouds Gather
Gathering clouds above our heads look like rain. They hide the sun and make everything completely hazy.
The people all around us bundle up. Scarves, hats, and jackets so thick so their tender skin is hidden from the cold.
Their hearts are also hidden from one another.
Will the clouds ever part and the sun return, or will we be doomed to be lonely forever?
#21: Hardcover
Get to know me,
I know you can.
I may look tough on the outside,
Or bored,
Or untouchable.
On the inside,
I am full of secrets.
Just look past my hardcover
To find the goodness inside.
#20: Rules
Sometimes rules are rigid,
Hard lines, set in stone,
that should not be crossed.
Sometimes rules are limp,
As easily arranged as wet noodles,
Vague and malleable.
Other times,
Rules are set to keep us down,
Keep us in place,
Scared to fight for what we want.
Those rules,
More like guidelines,
Should be crossed.
Draw your own line.
Make your own rules.
Be who you want to be.
#19: Free Delivery
Nothing is ever free.
Beware the offers,
And the solicitations,
And the sales pitches,
To change your life forever.
Beware the gifts,
And the prizes,
All to “better” yourself.
They may all have free delivery,
But you pay the price,
With your individuality.
#18: Unread
Things used to be easier when letters were sent physically. Sure, it would take longer, and there might be the off chance it wasn’t delivered.
But at the same time, you wouldn’t know if they had left your message unread.
Somehow, the little red notification under every message I send is more painful the longer it goes on.
Will everything I send you remain unread?
#17: Calculated
It should have been easy.
Calculate all the variables, all the things that could go wrong during their daring escape. Calculate when the guards would be patrolling that area of the museum. Calculate how many minutes it would take for them to disarm the security system for the modern arts wing, how long it would take to lift the protective covering, also with its own added security, and then lift the painting before anyone got suspicious.
It should have been easy to calculate all that. From the time the heist began to the time she would be staring at the priceless painting in her secret lair should have been under 45 minutes.
But then, as she was playing the distraction, in case anyone did come around asking questions, she ran into him.
There was no way she could have calculated how the slope of his jaw could have ruined their entire plan, nor how his need to help her find the ancient Egypt exibit (the farthest from the modern art wing) would have saved the plan as the words bumbled their way out of her mouth.
Yes, the painting looked nice next to all of her other stolen artifacts, but if she had calculated a little better, she might have reached the answer to the entire equation.
His phone number.
#16: The New Guy
The new guy wipes his hands on his pants to get rid of the sweat that coats his palms. He stares up at the faded sign above the doorway, takes a deep breath and jumps right in.
He was hired to make things better for the company, and just from what he’s seen, they need it.
“You must be the new guy,” the receptionist says before he can introduce himself properly. “They’re already waiting for you.”
He goes through the door that she points toward and finds several older men in suits staring at him as he enters, their faces drawn and old and tired.
“Welcome in.” One of the older guys droned, not looking excited to have new blood at all. “You’ve got a lot to prove.”
Whatever needed to be done, he would do it. He was the new guy after all.
#15: My Bag is Packed
My bag is packed.
It’s sitting by the door,
waiting to be swept away,
Whenever I feel
that you and I are no longer compatible.
So say something,
Do something,
To make me believe
That I can stop running.
Give me a reason to make a home
In you,
And unpack my baggage for good.
#14: My Diary
When I open my diary from five years ago, it’s hard to believe that I lived that life and that that person was me.
Five years ago, I thought I was happy, I thought I was whole, but I laugh now at how wrong I was. I laugh at how much growing I still had to do.
How much growing I still have to do.
Five years ago, I was barely an adult, floating through my life with all the dreams in my head propelling me up into the clouds, and my feet not on the ground. Five years ago, I was just out of a relationship that is my worst relationship to date, and looking back now, I am so relieved.
Five years ago, I was a coward, ready to do and be whatever anyone wanted me to be. I would rather have been one to fit in and go with the flow.
Not anymore.
Now, I’m standing tall, becoming my own person, and making waves.
Hello World!
#13: Looks Like A Baby
The archeologist wiped the sweat from her forehead and returned to brushing the dirt from the skull in the dirt. She had pitched her project to find one of the congregations of the last known races to quit reproducing and all die of old age in the Rangu desert, and so far her findings had been correct.
So far, all of the remains they had found were all over the age of fifty, riddled with arthritis and osteoporosis and age. She was about to make the biggest discovery of her career, her name in all of the journals and research studies on this race of elderly people.
“Miss Areon!” One of her assistants called out from another quadrant of the dig, “We’ve found something!”
It had to be something interesting if they were calling her over. As the head of the dig, they were instructed to call her with anything even remotely interesting. She stood over the assistant as he carefully brushed the dirt away from the tiny skull, to reveal tiny shoulders.
“Were the Maricai known to have dwarf features?” her assistant asked. “Because it looks like a baby.”
She shook her head, her mind reeling with the possibilities. How could she have been so wrong?
“It is a baby,” She answered, grumbling internally about how wrong she had been. “See how the skull hasn’t fully formed into one yet?” She asked, pointing out the feature on the tiny skull.
Now she knew she had a choice to make. Continue with the dig, or give up and search somewhere else for the Maricai people.
“Keep digging,” She instructed the rest of them. These people, whoever they were, had a story to tell too.
#12: Time Is Running Out
10
She stared at the clock, willing it to slow down.
9
She held her breath, waiting with anticipation and fear.
8
How had it already come so soon?
7
She thought she had more time.
6
It was already here?!
5
How had time slipped through her fingers do easily?
4
She tried to breathe but her heart was heavy in her chest.
3
Before it had been easier, but it was HERE!
2
What was she supposed to do?
1
She couldn’t do anything.
0
Time had run out.
#11: It Was Different
It was different, the way the light caught her eyes.
Yesterday was the first time he had noticed her eyes were brown, the first time she let him close enough to see her eyes up close.
Today, as he gazed into her eyes, he realized they weren’t just brown, they were melted chocolate ice cream on a park bench. They were forest soil warm with sun and seedlings. They were warm and bright, the feeling of skin against skin and the completeness of knowing you were wanted.
It was different, he had never forgotten how to breathe before.
#10: Exercise
It’s the new year, and a lot of people are hoping to exercise more and take control of their health, get stronger and work out.
I want to exercise too, but in a different way.
I want to exercise my right to my thoughts and feelings and the fact that they are valid.
I want to exercise my mind and remember things better, think things through more thoroughly and become friends with my mind.
I want to exercise my confidence and let it grow stronger so I don’t lose my voice anymore.
I want to exercise more than just my body.
#9: Goals
Hold onto your goals as the lifelines they are.
Goals are what make you alive,
What make you strong,
What prepare you for the world.
Protect them and make them yours.
#8: All Gone
Just when you think everything is all gone,
Carry on.
Just when you think there is nothing left,
Carry on.
When you feel like giving up and things are hard,
Carry on.
Nothing is ever really all gone.
Hold on to that small blip of courage and
CARRY ON!
#7: Cable
Connections are important. Cables connect us to the outside world, to people, to friends.
Sometimes disconnects are important too. Sometimes we can be too connected to things and need to take a break.
There is no shame in taking breaks, taking time for yourself and recharging before you reconnect.
The world is a large and scary place and the only constant is yourself.
Take care of yourself.
#6: My Charger
My charger is white and new. Getting a new phone for the first time in over two years, it is unlike any other charger I’ve ever had. At first, I was apprehensive, new technology, new charger, new apps and a new OS, but slowly, I realized change was inevitable.
Change is inevitable, not just in technology, or chargers, but in life as well. If things stayed the same, they would grow stagnant and boring. It’s impossible to stay in one place forever.
Change can also be scary, but I have found, even if it is terrifying at the time, it leads to better things in the long run.
5 years ago today, I was in a relationship that I’m sure was my worst relationship to date. 5 years ago today, I ended that relationship and since then, only good things have come from that end. It was a huge change and caused a lot of grief at first, but here I am 5 years later and so much stronger for it.
Change is frightening, but most of the time its the charge we need to keep moving forward.
#5: Leftovers
There are certain things that carry over from the previous days and years. It’s been five years since nursing school started, five years since I got out of that terrible relationship, five years since every relationship I thought I had changed.
There are so many things I’m still holding onto that I shouldn’t. After five years, the leftovers are starting to rot.
They no longer serve me, and I’m letting them go,
It’s time to be me again.
#4: Buy Milk
Their last communication before it happened was nothing she would classify as important. For weeks, their conversations had been shallow, timid, frightened. She wanted something deeper.
“Please buy milk” wasn’t what she wanted.
So she grabbed her keys, hopped in her car, and went to find herself anywhere but the grocery store.