AkImA No NiKkI

It's one of those blessed good nights. The sky is starry, the moon is out, there is a cool breeze going in and out and dancing across the room pirouetting their way out the window in the living room where I sit in front of my laptop at the table, sipping my sweet lemon tea, warmth from freshly boiled water creeping through my body. I thought about changing out of the tank top into something comfier, but I figured the soft pastel of blue and white matches my emotions for now so I leave it be.  I couldn't find my soft pink kitty paws sweater anyway. It's been an ass-numbing day, despite waking up well-rested and having breakfast with good coffee with Jack on the phone -with the townhall meeting made obligatory for final year students. Granted, it lit up some educational lightbulbs with good Q&As but it was the notion that mattered. My ass was numb. This week has been hot because of the haze, global warming, and the slow easy puttering sound of our earth wheez...

Missed Messages  I had decided a day. I was ready. I couldn't bear breathing anymore. I wanted it all to end. I couldn't. The feel of smooth metal on my wrist was cold, almost sterile. It felt like I was finally able to breathe after spending so long gurgling salt water in my lungs. And then no more. No more. Without any goodbyes, without any notice. I was gonna finally die. Suddenly my phone chimed with a notification. Jack just uploaded a new video. I looked at it. Twisted my lips. Jack has been helping me a lot since I found him. Would it be rude to do this while the last notification I had on my phone was his video? I should be courteous, shouldn't I?  Would it make me a coward to have one last good thing to see before everything goes away? What does it matter. I will return to my end shortly after anyway. The artstyle caught my heart, despite my insistence to stop it from beating another beat. The longer I watched it, the more I felt c...