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Originally from small town Ontario, Emily Zimmer is a passionate creator with a love for writing music, poetry, and stories. She enjoys philosophy, coffee, and finding beauty in urban settings. Emily currently resides in New York City.
There’s nothing romantic about the rain. Throw out the songs and the movie scenes, the poems and the cliché metaphors; Every poets back-pocket go-to.
I hate the rain. I hate the clouds and the disorder. So I roll over, once again. I hit snooze. And I dream.
Their faces twitched. Their eyes fluttered. So did mine. Everyone's do. I didn't look at the clock, I simply existed in the moment in a room full of young girls, six years my junior. So much to see and do, so much to understand. I truly felt a moment of utter oneness, even if just for a few moments.
I can’t speak, for I fear I’ll say the wrong thing. I know nothing. I’ll never learn anything new. These are the abilities I have and that will never change. I’ll just stay here quietly – shoes untied, paralyzed by a problem I’ve created myself. A home-made problem, all of my own. No one ever told me, “you can’t.” Other than myself, that is.
We are very much aware that G-d created the world with speech, something man is utterly incapable of; isn’t he?
Everyone says, "it's okay to fall," but quite literally, society doesn't seem to agree. How come when we trip in the street we get up as fast as possible, hoping no one saw? How come we laugh when we witness this second hang. Let's examine what exactly is so terrible about losing our balance, perhaps on a psychological level we may not even be conscious of.
While we tend to look down on, or at least pity, those who "see" imaginary beings, perhaps there is something we can also gain from their experience.
A fictional story about the deep need to be a creator, to bring something real into this world, something that is uniquely ours.
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