WESLEY BROWN

These Are Photos of My Life

A Little Story

Once upon a time there was a man named John. Inside of John lived four people for which they did not have names. But, for the sake of this story these four people will go by Hate, Fear, Happiness, and Sadness.

Hate hated things. And Hate made John hate things. Whether it was a person in John’s life or a delay from a traffic jam on the way to work.

Fear used to be a prankster. The one always jumping out behind doors and making sounds that made John think of the horror movie he watched just before bed. Nowadays Fear just reads off statistics to John and promotes the negative side of every single, tiny idea that John has.

Happiness is somewhat of a homebody. He never goes out much and when he does he quickly brings John back home for some sleep, or a long shower. Happiness likes the idea of coming outside and saying hello to the world everyday, but for now he feels that it’s just not the right time.

Sadness and John go way back. Sadness brings the tears from his eyes, and the memories of the lost parts in Johns life. When sadness and John are together they consume each other, sometimes for days. John and Sadness are the closest out of the four.

One evening John came home from work, sat his things down on the counter and walked into the bathroom. John looked into the mirror and saw Hate, Fear, Sadness, and even Happiness looking back at him. John said aggressively at his reflection, “I’m so tired of being like this. I’m tired of being scared of everything. I’m tired of being scared to move away, scared to love, scared to be loved. I’m tired of being afraid of failure, afraid of talking, afraid to try. I’m tired of being scared of my life. I’m tired… I’m tired.” John left the bathroom, jumped onto his couch and quickly fell asleep.

Hate grabbed Fear by his neck and threw him to the ground. Happiness and Sadness held him by both arms as Hate wielded a long ax by his side. Fear looked up to Hate and said, “You don’t know what you’re doing here, Hate. I am what is keeping you  afloat. I am the one who’s in control. Without me you won’t be here and you know this. John can’t have Hate if he doesn’t FEAR!” And with one hard swing from the ax by the hands of Hate, the head of Fear rolled off to the side and separated from his body.

Hate dropped the ax, fell to his knees and began to cry. He cried violently. Wimping, wheezing, and choking on his breath. Crying so hard for what he had done. Sadness walked over to Hate with a crack of a smile from the so long embedded frown on his face and placed a hand upon Hate’s shoulder. Sadness looked down at him into his teary eyes and said, “Thank You.”

Hate looked back down into the puddle of tears that had fallen from his eyes down to his chin, and onto the ground. “For what?” He said still choking up and trying to catch his breath. Sadness, now with a glistening smile, said back to Hate, “You finally understand how I felt.” Hate looked at Sadness and realized it was true and more tears came from the corners of his eyes. Happiness took Hate by the hand and stood him up. “There’s nothing to be afraid of anymore. Don’t be scared Hate.”

Happiness and Sadness look at Hate and see that his tears begin to dry. Hate looked at the two of them and could not help it as their faces glowed with new smiles, and began to laugh. The three of them buried the body of Fear, said their goodbyes and called it a night.

John woke up the following morning, walked to the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled.

My Dog - Imgur

My Dog - Imgur

this is just my favorite poem, ever.

this is just my favorite poem, ever.

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New rig.

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