Creative

Sparks is a city in the Nevada, United States that is commonly associated with the comedic podcast "The Thrilling Adventure Hour" is a fact as cold as your living room when I thought of the perfect metaphor for how you are destined to hurt me which you won’t find interesting. I wasn’t even conceiving a poem A healthy person would not be attracted to electrical sparks that are signs of faulty components She would not be writing a poem She would rather hug a moist tree or be screaming gliding down a water slide and get very sunburnt and text

Don’t look back in anger they say, but I’ll look back in rage. I can never let things go without a fight, you can say I beat a dead horse until it’s back to life. Knowing deep down I can’t go back, no matter how hard I fight fuels me with an indescribable amount of fury, bashing the door psychotically pleading to let me go back in time. In the moment it’s euphoric, it feels like forever swearing that change will never happen to me, things will stay the same forever. Even when I know there’s a deadline. Even when

James never made it home.  There’d never been much to mourn over anyway: narrow and unstable roads along every streetway, rundown stores left to rot in debt, fallen leaves that crunched beneath his feet, echoes of children laughing while he remained inside. A town hidden from a world he yearned to explore – a haven he’d wished would exile him. It was home, yet never really was at all. It was home, but the hole in his heart still ached. Never had he been complacent, nor content with how easily he’d memorised every streetway. What had belonged to him was