Whole

oh!

sorry if I woke you

she says upon discovery of the slumbering silver psyche

yaaaawn
…hey…
what’s a pretty little thing like you
doing way down here?

I have a hole

a hole?

a hole

may I see?

right here

she points to her chest

doesn’t that hurt?

a little

come here
let me look at you

she tiptoes towards him tacitly

darling, you’re bleeding!

yeah, it’s been doing that for a while now
all of my clothes are ruined

he reviews her jagged curves

oh
I thought you were dressed in red
you wear it too well

glassy drops drip over her painted body
weaving glossy trails of existence
mingling with the sticky diluted colour
warm and painted wet

who did this to you?

I did

she shuffles her feet
eyes fall to the floor

dearest, who did this to you?

he moistens a cloud white cloth
as he directs her to the washroom

I did

why would you do such a thing
to yourself?

he begins drawing an ivory bath
with water so clear and sparkling

I wanted to see

see what?

if I could feel

she scratches a fingernail into her arm
revealing a sliver of her milky ghost

do you mind?

he extends his arm
mildly enveloping her dripping hand in his
a last wave of emotion rolls over her
while she steps gingerly into the tub

let’s see what we can do

he smiles with his eyes
winking them into hers

why are you helping me?

because I can
is that alright?

I don’t want to be a burden…

sweetheart, you’re only a burden to yourself

his words sting with burning honesty
she withdraws into herself

close your eyes
I’ll take care of you

she pulls away abruptly
panic flooding her perception

how can I trust you?

here

he removes each piece of clothing
laying them in a gentle heap at his feet

is that better?

he winces as she examines his naked form
suddenly shy in his voluntary exposure
he turns his head in shame

I have a hole too, you know

you wear it well
did you mend it yourself?

yes
many times
I have to sew it every day
with a little bone needle and heart strings

come here
let me look at you

he enters the bathtub and stands facing her
in unison they slip down into the water
sitting with torsos and arms above
legs intertwining below

do you mind?

she begins to pluck at the strings
working them out of his skin
tenderly tugging out his past
passionately pulling out his memories

who did this to you?

I did

she finishes extracting the threads
and leans back in confusion

I know

he smooths the cotton cloth around her tattered tear
streaking out a sterling snowstorm
dying the warm liquid a swirling scarlet
he warily washes off her past
carefully cleanses off her memories

I want to give you something
you can do with it what you want

she watches closely as he
digs his fingers into his chest
leaving the gash gaping
fear invades her taciturnity

how can you trust me?

he nudges open her drooling cavern
and sets his heart in her cage

you found me

he snatches a clean heart string
snaps off a new splintered bone

you saw me

she grips the marble sides
now pink with their leaking ichor

you felt me

he threads the imperfect ivory needle
and presses it lightly into her skin

you heard me

he stitches her closed
sealing it with a kiss

but I’ve nothing for you…
my heart has gone missing!

no it hasn’t

she furrows her brow
new tears
pure tears
escaping

you gave it to me already

he dips her fingers into him

when you woke me

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Some things you should avoid doing in your first 30 years of life.

Avoid not failing. As in, you SHOULD fail.
Fail a lot.
Fail in love
Fail in work
Fail in friends
Fail in family
Fail in self-awareness
Fail in self-esteem

You won’t have to try, these failures will happen naturally. Let them happen, do not live in fear of them. Let them drag you down to the depths of your worst nightmares, to places dark and suffocating and endless. Don’t worry, it will not be endless. You will survive.  Slowly, piece by piece, day by day you will lift yourself up and rebuild into something new, better, different.Then, with strength in your heart and peace in your mind, say hello to your new self.And gird your loins for your 30s, because that is when the fun starts.

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California, 1950 – A soldier leans out of a train to kiss a woman goodbye.
We’re all familiar with photographer Alfred Eisenstaedt’s V-J Day in Times Square in which a sailor returning from a victory in Japan is dipping and passionately kissing a young woman in Times Square. While it’s a fantastic and memorable photo, indicative of the patriotic passion, pride, and relief felt by Americans welcoming their victorious troops, it’s not the only one of its kind. There are have been many photographic captures of soldiers smooching women upon arrival and departure, whether they be sweethearts or strangers.

Photojojo, an insightful photo blog, recently shared a few images of these World War II-era military men putting in some literal lip service as they board their trains to go off to war. Though there wasn’t much info on any of the photos, a little research goes a long way. While on the hunt to discover the stories behind each of these captured moments, I came across a couple more images that are just as touching and look like they’re straight out of movie. Normally, we’d frown upon acrobatics near a moving vehicle, but there’s something unabashedly romantic about each of these photographs that swells the heart.


London, 1935 – Soldiers departing for Egypt from Feltham Station lean out of their windows to kiss their loved ones goodbye. (© Hulton-Deutsch Collection/CORBIS)
London, 1940 – A woman leans over the railing to kiss a British soldier returning from World War II.


Seattle, 1948 – A sailor kisses a woman as he boards a bus at the Seattle Bus Terminal.


New York, 1945 – Actress Marlene Dietrich is hoisted up to kiss a GI as he arrives home from World War II.


London, 1940 – A soldier kisses his sweetheart over the gates of a London railway station as he heads off to join the British Expeditionary Forces in France.

Vintage military photos

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