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_{Suggested by: toxic--sunrise}

_{Featured by: betwixtthepages}

on clarity, seeing yourself as you are by diddlyhohum

_{Maybe you should consider doing it, just once.}

_{Featured by: SilverInkblot}

The Last BookThe last book you read
I imagine a little like your last breath
when you don't know that you're dying
just yet - maybe the last book you'll read
will be one you know well, and read a good many times,
breathing life into words by reading them,
making letters, names, stories come alive -
or maybe, the last book that you will read
will be one you have not had the time to learn
how to love; maybe it is difficult to love,
with winding, confusing phrases and a tendency
for the overly mysterious, or dramatic,
and maybe it made you cry -
the last book you read,
will it be a special one? maybe
a beloved's diary, or your own diary entries
about that one person you love(d), or maybe
it will be compulsory reading, and no fun at all,
maybe you'll put it aside feeling relieved
about having read it, or feeling lost,
because you almost drowned
in the world of this book -
the last book you read,
we know nothing of for sure, save maybe
that it'll be the last book you will read.

The Last Book by miserabel

_{make it a good one.}

_{Suggested by: xlntwtch}

_{Featured by: SilverInkblot}

Little BirdMy starling, my mockingbird,
Come to me with your hunger, your questions, your open heart.
There is a silver box in the middle of the universe,
And the little red flag is calling your name.
Come perch.
My cardinal, my chickadee
Your smile is one that makes the sun come out
And your heart creates wonderful things.
You are a part of this vast, wonderful, terrifying world,
No bigger, but no smaller than the rest of us.
Be your own northern star; no one else can lead you home.
My canary, my bluebird,
May you be just as beautiful in flight
As you are when you sing.

Little Bird by IndigoSkyes

_{a fine way to thread feelings and nature together.”}

_{Suggested by: days-be-strange}

_{Featured by: betwixtthepages}

by now the bathroom tiles are stainedand i'm sitting here
slathered in water droplets and
a bright light about to
meet my skull.
the concrete
ground breaking into
fourteen hundred hundred pieces.
the rain isn't rain anymore because
it’s stopping two inches
before it
hits the ground
and my ankles are dry but
the rest of me isn't because my mom
always told me never to get
my feet wet so i don’t catch
a cold.
and i'm only fourteen
episodes in and my
shoulders are too bony and
my fingers never touch
the broken bones scattered across the
bathroom tiles. i let a
broken machine control
my life and every single goddamn
day it disappoints me. numbers
can’t be low enough but
they only go lower and
lower. i’ve been
searching and waiting for the right words
to be written on the page
but all that comes out is scribbles.
my life a lie and i’m the one telling it.

by now the bathroom tiles are stained by ghearradh

_{What have you lied to yourself about today?}

_{Suggested by: camelopardalisinblue}

_{Featured by: SilverInkblot}

001. BlinkDon’t.
The world will deconstruct while your eyes are closed, in that split second when you’re not looking. Stars will fall and galaxies will explode, and people will vanish into thin air like trailing puffs of cigarette smoke under a neon light. You’ll be left alone with stardust and ash and a feeling that you once knew the meaning of life, but you forgot to remind yourself to remember.
Don’t blink.
Fourteen years, three months, and twenty-six days. That’s nothing, after everything you’ve been through, but they were still the hardest. It was hard to think with stardust in your hair and ash in your lungs and the smell of smoke still lingering in the air, and the lights and the sounds and feel of grime on the walls and grime on your skin. It was hard.
Please, don’t blink.
See, it’ll happen again. You’ll rebuild the world, making clockwork people in a clockwork town with no idea they don’t exist, because it’s no fun of the

00. Blink by Ambiguous-Catharsis

_{gives us something to think about with her '001. Blink,'} 

_{a piece that reminds us that life-altering events} 

_{can transpire in a split-second."}

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