As their lips met, Herbie poked his head out from the pocket of X’s dress. The animals moving about them were no longer animals but glowing orbs, and behind what had been their animal faces, he saw them for who and what they really were. He didn’t have an answer—he was just a hamster after all—yet he understood the meaning of magic and that there was no greater magic than this. Sticking his nose into the air, he sniffed out the scent of love. He knew it was love because it was the only thing that was able to make her heart beat the way it was beating right now. It made him happy, so happy he twitched his whiskers the same way she twitched her nose. And to think that only yesterday he had lived his life in a cage, not knowing of the strange beauty that existed in…
The gray sky teases me. I want rain. A downpour? Flash flooding? A drizzle loud enough to wake me up an put me back to sleep. There’s a door by my feet but my interest lies elsewhere. There’s so many options and frustrations. I don’t want any of it. Just let me be.
“I’ll ever stop trying to find my way to you.
Because you are worth it.
And so am I.”
This yearning I feel to break free of these chains is only making me pull against them that much harder. It feels like an invisible wall that won’t budge. All I can do is watch from my own magical prison, and I don’t yet know how to knock down the walls and break the links in the shackles that bind me. But that doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop trying. Because you are worth it. And so am I.
I spend so much time in my head that when I come out I am itchy and strained
Cold, dry air tightens my cerebrospinal fluid soaked skin
The conversations carried out in this alien world are clunky and forced
The ones in my head ran like quicksilver and you’d laughed at every jest
Pouring my heart out didn’t ring saccharine and your eyes mirrored intent
In my head I didn’t carry uncertainty like a leaden blanket, ending sentences in…?
In return you punctuated every sentence with
I love you .
Erich Michaels describes himself as “just trying to share the human experience.” He has a bachelor’s degree in creative writing, but find himself writing SOPs (lather, rinse, repeat) in order to make a living, which can be detrimental to the creative process. You can find him on the road to recovery at Erich Michaels. Every journey begins with a single step, right?