I'm the girls from my new favorite Olivia Wilde movie.
Maybe the boy, actually.
The one I watched after the one
about the boy who fell in love with a star.
She said "hell is packing"
which is a direct quote from me,
circa last Wednesday, though
I added the word "eternal."
Once you take down all the
colors and lights
home is just a dirty, wooden box.
A container for things
that no longer exist.
Hope is a dirty four letter word.
Just like home.
Just like gone.
Just like your name
if you happen to arrange the
letters the right way.
About the Creator
C.C. Hill
Midwest based writer/actor; young person trying to learn things about life; if it involves sword fighting or coffee I'll probably love it.
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My life is splashing before my eyes, as I precariously suspend and prepare for the end, the consumption of my Self and identity. I know that gravity will be the victor in this struggle. Like a pendant, slipping from the chain, the tension has caught me in this moment, bestowing one last gift of reflection. I cling desperately, questioning my purpose. Searching for comfort. And I remember…
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