Disruption of Plans

I like being in control. More specifically, I like being able to control my own plans. And not having others, particularly my parents, disrupt my plans for their own selfish reasoning.  And without discussing them with me, either. I feel like a child. Sugar-coating words and coddling me. And I thought I was entitled to being treated like the adult I should be. When will I grow up? When will you let me? I'm not so easily pushed down. Shove me, toss me, push me. I'll get right back up. I'm my own rock. I have...

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Precedence

JournalWord: Bubble gum. :: She blows a pink bubble as she waits for her savior from the dull crowd. Her slinky silver dress sparkles under the undying shine of the chandeliers, casting slivers of light to bounce off the faces of her admirers. They flaunt their European suits and adoration at her like arrows after a scrambling herd, but she dodges their haphazard attempt to ensnare her. They are ready to pounce, but her black, strappy high heels impatiently tap on the tiles, toes facing the exit. Snapping her gum between her wisdom...

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Fried

JournalWord: Chicken :: She cocks her head up, staggering her crown as she stares, unabashed at me through the window. As if to grind my nerves even further, she scratches at the ground with her demonic talons, further tearing apart the head of lettuce she has currently torn to smithereens. Suddenly she flaps her wings widely, ruffling her grey speckled white feathers and releasing a wail to summon her brethren to the slaughter of my garden. Clenching my jaw as my assumption proves correct with the horde of beady-eyed devils cluck maniacally...

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My Love Is Late

Something about me that some have trouble comprehending in general. I don't believe in love. Sure, people like each other, tolerate each other, and then care for each other, in given time. A logical progression that creates an emotional tether. And I understand the magic behind maternal and paternal affection for children, I mean, those cute little babes were genetically designed to be adorable so they could be dependent on others to survive. (Ingenious, really!) It's all quite biological. I'm just a skeptic about this strange figment that...

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