Bugsy Watts
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Wishing on Paper Planes
I am only as good as the people in the room. I hate that. I will not lift you out of your funk. I will not supply laughter where there is none. I will not be the one to bring the light with me if you want to wallow in darkness. I am only as good as the people in the room. But I want to be better. I wish I laughed more easily. I wish I had dreams. Then I could make plans to get to them. I wish I recalled memories filled with joy when I reminisced, imagining everything my life could be, content with what it is. I wish I threw paper planes with the future scrawled in their folds and competed to see just how far I would go. I wish I could watch the rise and fall of my journey, inhaling and exhaling the way the love of my life breathes deeply in sleep right next to me. The way I imagine he would. And I wish I didn’t wish to be free of loneliness by picturing a fictional you at my side. I wish I found freedom in the single me that I am and balanced myself on a seesaw by having the courage to stand at its fulcrum. I wish I didn’t wither at every unexpected turn but found myself walking on tightropes and falling from airplanes and landing in a pile of adrenaline on mountaintops that kiss the clouds. I wonder if the scale would tip too far if I jumped into the pool before I knew how to swim. But I am still here instead of where I could be. What do the paper planes say? Learn to be free of the people in the room.
By Bugsy Watts5 months ago in Poets
Tarren
Tarren. That’s what they have always called me here. I often wonder if I once had another name. Helios’ voice was the first one I knew. If he hadn’t stumbled upon me in the forest seventeen years ago, I would have died. It wasn’t until I was eight years old that I learned of the human languages. They all sounded so slight and strange. Helios had named me for my eyes. In his resonant tongue, the word was Tarren. I saw my eyes reflected in Paleo stream and they were the colour “blue”, in English, the human language spoken in the village beyond the border.
By Bugsy Watts9 months ago in Fiction
The Worst of Us
My evaluation of a book that changed me led to this conclusion: it was two books. And the books are about the same thing...sort of. There is a singular period of time that must be learned in every history class. That is WW2 and the Holocaust. These two books are about that time.
By Bugsy Watts10 months ago in BookClub
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