when jenny walked home from school, she could smell the stale garbage from a block away, and she could see the sidewalk cracks begin to run beneath her feet. she didn’t bother to crinkle her nose, but she glanced backwards. jenny felt her chest loosen with relief when she saw only an empty road (she hated being seen). 

when jenny pushed through the torn screen door (it creaked and shuddered against the chipping door frame when she walked through), she saw her mother idly smoking at the counter. her blood red nails looked like morbid stains against the white paper, or maybe it was the gaudy lipstick that coated her mouth. jenny looked past and saw the flickering television stuck on some monochrome channel, and jenny looked past and saw foul dishes (crusted at their rims) on the sofa, in the sink, on the floor. 

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"We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you."

"Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does."

like achy bones wrapped in winter chill, fingers are stiff and sore from holding pencils and pens too tightly

summer is almost here to warm them up 

"The whole life is a succession of dreams. My ambition is to be a conscious dreamer, that is all."