Do textbooks encourage racial prejudice and ethnocentrism?
I want to be covered
I’ve already forgotten your touch. A few more months and I’ll forget how you feel. I’m trying to forget everything.
Even my ears are works of art.
Even my ears are works of art.
Do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched? I have a feeling that something is staring deep into my back ready to rip out my spine and claw its way into my soul where it will drain my heart and feast on my psyche until there’s nothing left but a vegetable, a body living but not alive. I can’t get away from him and he’s creeping closer.
Ever feel that way?
Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a rubber room. It was cold. I died. They buried me. There were worms. Lots of worms. Worms drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once…
Day ten
Dear someone I don’t talk to as much as I’d like to,
I miss you so much. It’s been a long time since we’ve really hung out and a lot has changed over the years. That’s an understatement. The world slowly pulled us apart. I miss that connection we had. We always had a good time. Even just laying around watching scary movies made for the best nights. There were so many weekends spent at Rough River swimming and goofing off. And then there was the universal summer crush of “pasure” and silly boys that we dated but didn’t really like. And then there were the ones we really did like but were too young to know how to handle it. I miss telling off stupid girls that talked shit for no reason and I miss catching frogs and tadpoles. Too bad they always died. Remember climbing the cliffs and hiking in the woods? Remember our secret place and the spring of water we probably shouldn’t have been drinking out of?
Yeah, a lot has definitely changed since then. There’s being your made of honor (and yeah one day you’ll be mine) to a man you are separated from. There’s the godson of mine that I never see. By my own fault of course. There never seems to be any time. Somehow I always seem to miss your phone calls. I’m a little disappointed I wasn’t invited to his birthday party, but I guess I understand since I couldn’t make it last year and I’m never around anyway. I still think we need to get together an catch up. Really we need to get together enough that there won’t be any catching up. We’ll already know what’s going on in each others lives. I miss you, Casey.
Sincerely,
Your best friend.
