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Hugs are the best medicine to any sickness. Hugs are what bring people together. Hugs are what some don't get to experience. Hugs are for friends. Hugs are for family. Hugs are for the one you love. But some don't get to experience this, though. And I am not saying to hug random people in the street. But be kind, be compassionate whenever you can. Then, people will be willing to open up to you. Do that, and you will not believe how people will treat you.
As an old friend once said to me: "Treat others the way you wanna be treated." But this is what I say: if people treat you like shit, do the same to them. Maybe then they'll get the hint and be more "nice."
Past Present Future
The beginning of life is always the easiest, because our parent/s usually do the work for us, and we get to take naps all day. When we can walk, talk, and feed ourselves, we have to take on responsibilities around the house. Being a teen is a major pain in the ass, because grown-ups expect so much from you. Besides high school, you want more time with your friends, or doing your own personal shit in the computer or somewhere else.As an adult, your expected even more from older "wiser" adults.
My parents always say this when I feel like shit: Forget about the past, focus on the present, and screw the future. Wanna know why they say this to their kid's face? Because ya can't change the past, in the present anything can happen, and the future is your's to decide.
As the great Walt Disney said, and what inspired Meet the Robinsons, "Keep moving forward."
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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