The Day I Died

​Every day is a day worth living, but what constitutes a day worth dying? For me it was how I died that made it worth it. The day started like any other, I woke up early to the sound of the kids down the block playing and screaming at the playground. I always wake up before my partner Stacy who’s a heavy sleeper. Once Stacy had awoken, she made me breakfast and, while listening to NPR, she proceeded to tell me what was wrong with the government. Once she was ready we ran errands all over town. Whenever we go to town I feel like royalty, because I am always greeted with a smile and a treat no matter where we go. This particular day I stayed in the car for most of the errands due to the off and on rain showers. I don’t like rain. Once we got home from town the rain had subsided and the streets were painted with puddles. Stacy and I decided to go for a walk and enjoy the sun. We always start by walking to the playground because I love kids and today there were a lot of them playing. Once we got there we started to toss the old ball around and meet people. One of the people we met was a little girl named Emily who was 7. I liked her a lot because she smelled like peanut butter and liked to touch my face. On our way to continue our walk I went looking for Emily to say goodbye. Her mom was on her phone and Emily was no longer playing next to her. I smelled a whiff of peanut butter coming from the direction of the busy street. Emily was chasing after a ball that had wandered off. I ran over to see if I could catch the ball before her. Upon nearing Emily, I heard a big, loud, truck racing down the street. I didn’t think, I just ran as fast as I could and head butted Emily as hard as I could away from the truck. The truck slammed on its breaks, but because of the wet streets it was too late. Everything went red then white. I could hear Stacy and a few other people screaming and Emily crying. My name is Sam and I am Stacy’s pit-bull. Today I died saving a little girl named Emily. Because I died to help someone live it was worth it.

What's this thought formed in the shape of a questionable idea? Tis Curiosity.

The purest form of query is that developed by one who is not restrained by the forces of the outside world, cult mass, known as society. Yet instead, intrigued by forcing the limits of comfortable living and charging with great force that which society calls order. They are not afraid to unveil the treasures within the mangled mess of confusion that is ones true self, rather than idle by like a stoic imbecile. Their purpose is not, for they are not that vain, but yet instead because society has devolved past courteousness, is seen as insane. One man's trash, is this man says, the ever popular populous of presumptuous pinheads. The only time civilization will give you, is the ever uncivil Time Of Death. You speak too loud, you act too proud and you'll never be better than the we that is society.

I would Live in the shadows, but I am afraid of the dark.

Morose Moser

I am stuck here. Glued to my meaty seat.

I don't dare to leave because, that means I can and will be deceived.

Not that I have not tried, for if I said I had not, now that would be a lie.

I am so depressed, I am too depressed to take my antidepressants and because I am so depressed my 

face will never be caressed by the love and affection because of my affliction.

Damn this sadness, for it is a SAD excuse, yet it troubles me so ... So much so I sometimes just cry and say on to myself WOW...

I don't want to die I just want to be free, to be me, and silly and dilly dally in the things known as life, whilst only dabbling in the things like reality and seriousness. 

The only thing good about this dreadfully melancholy poison is its the most dependable aspect of me.

How sad.