Unseen Messages

by Pepper Winters

I was a masticated piece of chewing gum with no flavour left to give.

I was worse than chewing gum. I was the grime left over from a well-trodden shoe. I’m shoeless.

And I hated how the fear of dying had shown me just how much of my life I’d wasted. How I’d pinned happiness on a future I couldn’t predict. How I let fear rule my decisions rather than doing what I quoted in my songs.

was flying with complete strangers, at the mercy of the occasional wind buffets and cloud-blanketed stars, living more in the moment than I ever had before.

Tomorrow will be better. A new day always is. Mistakes vanish. Tears dry. Tomorrow will be better. A new day makes sure of it.

I needed her with an inferno that licked every part of me but my need was more rounded now. I no longer wanted the quick satisfaction of sex but the full-bodied joy of connection.

I loved the way he made me feel as if everything he ever needed dwelled right inside my soul.

Money. It can’t buy happiness. It can buy happiness. But it can’t buy health. It can’t buy love. It can’t buy a future that is priceless. Money makes everything easier, but it can’t buy dreams. And dreams are what I want. Taken from the New Notepad of E.E.