Mrs. Quoting Quotes

Chapter One – Huey vs the Dewy Hushed with thousands of words and ideas to be shared; Confined to the spaces assigned by the authoritarian and kept aligned to avoid confusion. The air is thick with the scent of a millennium full of thoughts and time. Hopes, dreams, ideas tattooed the spines of these inanimate couriers. Although they are unable to speak, the air is electric with the anticipation of the new book drive. Each genre whispered amongst themselves as they imagined what new stories would be joining their family. Another adventure tale, possibly? A suspense novel, secreting a sensation of need and drug-like urge through its words only flipping the pages could subside? It didn’t matter. It was time to let the them in and see what lay ahead. By the time she came to, it was too late. Given the title "Huey” as an ironic play on words to this black and white coloring book, it became just another book to lay on the very top of a pile of unread and rejected stories. Her untu...

She was lost.  Not in who or where she was.  Just lost.  In a moment, she fell between the cracks of reality as she laid there just studying him as he dreamed.  Never in her life had she felt so misplaced and cognizant all in one moment.  Overwhelmed with emotions unbeknownst to her prior, she laid there with him and began to weep.  Not for him. Not for these emotions that overtook her in this rare moment, but for the moments she knew she would be without him.  Mourning the times that she knew that she would have to bare alone when their worlds no longer collided.  A young bride and her new world. Disoriented by these feelings that she believed no longer dwelled inside her and only then comprehending the dangers of these emotions. No longer could she hide the vulnerability that threatened to overtake her once pseudo persona of strength and that terrified her. No longer could she place the mask upon her face and avoid the confrontation of speaking ...

"Have you tried just thinking more positive thoughts and just not stress out for once?” Positive thoughts. If only. The sheer naivety shatters any hope of being rescued from this perpetual suspension off this rapidly crumbling cliff as one is grasping for salvation. If only a mindset could mend the years of torment the body endures as it’s trying to make reason and plan for what could happen next. Why did you say that and what do they think of you now? What happens when the one person who sees you as an actual sentient being instead of a project realizes you aren’t worth the pain? Can you handle another loss? Teeth ground to the gum as you finally plunge into unconsciousness after days of not having a moments rest. Hair in clumps on the floor, nails bit to the bed, eating too much or starving yourself while awaiting the appetite to come back. What will you do when they tear the mask off your skin after working for years to blend it in so no one would what it hid. Exposure. Go...