*Writing Prompt: Short, Autobiographical Story*

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“Aqua Is My Learning Color”

I don’t remember much about Before except for all of it. And there was much good there…playing school, playing house, playing Lisa. But there was always the wishing…for calm, for kindness, for a Spanish guitar. 

The time came, as it always, always will: Make a choice. Choose open eyes. Desire trust, peace and hope over only wishing. 

The sting of tears comes more often than I’d thought it could. Learning does also. Learning to trust oneself and learning that peace is always present for the taking and giving. And Hope – the damned, beautiful Thing – it’s all I’m made of and it refuses to leave or be rationalized away. 

I saw prettiness today. Its name is Lisa. Its name is Everywhere. And I sent for The guitar. Somehow water was involved. 

  

The Pieces

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Nameless, faceless and unable to throw away pieces

Of paper

To do so would be to discard one’s self

And the world doesn’t need anymore sadness

Keep them

The pieces

Keep them for dangerous notes, ideas of intrigue and little love messages

Out of the box and into my heart for safekeeping

Them

The pieces

And your name and that face