Happy; joyful
I’m on top of the world
Nothing can stop me
Sad; depressed
One tiny thing happens
I drown in a pit of sorrow
Stressed; anxious
Unexpected events occur
Valuable time is lost
Detached; neutral
The world continues
Nothing matters
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Taylor Acklie
College graduate with a BA in Creative Writing.
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First Starlight of Summer
Your whole being is constituted by yearning. You miss the stars but have never seen a fully-realized night sky sparkle to life before your eyes. You write things, funny but short but profound, emulating the archaic cosmos that turns by its own unknowable calculus emulating love in all its celestial glory turning in that same cryptic way, but fully know neither and hardly know both, and it feels disingenuous, so you write about writers. It feels vaguely masturbatory, but it’s funny but short but profound and it impresses the people around you enough, so you run with it forever until you can’t anymore.
By Steven Christopher McKnight4 days ago in Fiction
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