a collection of dreams

+DREAM JUL. 27TH-28TH [...]

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The girl was unlike anyone had ever seen, she had the rubiest of hues cascading down her back, her face was riddled with freckles and she laughed so much, the etch of her joy was worn like a tattoo for all to see; and for those that have known her? Well, if they had only known her longer.

 

 

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She was compared to someone quite often, a very peculiar ["Eleven...?"], she often wondered to herself when she was given the comparative's name. She despised being the same as anybody, "I'm different as they come," she says, trying to explain her many quirks and flaws, "I've never seen anyone more charismatic as I am, no one as gentle, no one as kind; all the amenities of being human have seemingly been lost on all of my school peers"

           She never knew the purpose of her own life, she was constantly ridiculed, "That freak," they'd say, "that one time that she predicted the end of the world with nothing but a few camera photos..."

          

 

 

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...she rode her bike everywhere, she loved looking at herself, since nobody would otherwise, she loved how she could be outside on a summer day on her bike... and no one would give a damn! She smiled as she passed by Gaten at the gas station... Fernando down at the farmers' market as she rode past his animal farm, she made sure to give a wave...

          She always had her hair down and never looked glum in front of company, she never had a place to stay, she had very little baggage and she is rarely seen without a smile. She lived by three rules and three rules only:

 

1) Never frown.

2) Don't look down when crossing the street.

[and]

3) Never talk to strangers, they might steal your money.

 

There was a scene from her life that defined her existence, I remember it well: it was mid-august and she was on her bike as usual, the wind was in her hair as she was riding down the sidewalk that my home stood on, I saw her coming home from _______ one day, she looked over at me and smiled and from that moment on, I had a realization; Rachel Macintire knew who I was. Anyways the little screw she had put in for her safekeeping came loose in the back of her bike so I ran to her aid, even though the trembling didn't start till after.

"Aren't you Madeline's child?" she asked as soon as I came.

"Rachel, we've known one another for years-" she giggled as I paused and looked at her sideways; even as she fell from her bike, she made it look magical, as if all the angels' gathered in that very moment just to watch her fall, but she fell with such grace, no part of her was injured.                       

 

 

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    Her stomach moved moons beyond our solar system, she ate and ate... the cows never made it home, instead they ended up on her plate, straight down to her stomach. She never complained about the amount of food she ate, but no matter how much she ate, her body stayed the same.

 

 

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She needed to reorganize the closet…

 

Her cousin Loofa was calling her and she hadn't even started.