The Last Supper — by Peter Stella on

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Flying felt like hope, and hope felt like flying. You handed me plane tickets, and my heart sheepishly agreed. We leapt through puddles of s...

My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand. — by Peter Stella on

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"It went horribly." Oliver said before Charlotte could even ask how his job interview went. Charlotte walked over to him until her...

The Lost Boy — by Peter Stella on

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The pages were doused with pixy dust. They left glitter in my hands and yours. Nothing mattered because we mattered. The lost boy was found ...

This is the why... — by Peter Stella on

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You make my social anxiety more mellow. You help me to get up and fight. You make it easy to try. You help me when I feel stressed and lone...

It was always here. — by Peter Stella on

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"I'm not a river or a giant bird That soars to the sea And if I'm never tied to anything I'll never be free I wanted ma...

Not for nothing — by Peter Stella on

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~Molly Peter and the Star Catcher

life is but a dream — by Peter Stella on

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          I used to think that time was important. I thought I needed to hold on to the future, and nothing else. Then you walked in, and ti...

Things I love: Part 1 — by Peter Stella on

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*The feeling that comes right after tons of company leaves, and the house is silent and still. *Going to my loft to read or listen to music...

Threads and Summer and Balloons and Canyons — by Peter Stella on

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  I'm off to the last road trip of the Summer. Now I can reflect on everything. This Summer was nothing like last Summer and I d...

Please Little Lamb — by Peter Stella on

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        I know you aren't trying to hurt me, but that is what is hurting me the most. Can't you see that I treasure every moment I...

What am I... — by Peter Stella on

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What I see...         I see the beautiful sunset. It's orange and pink. The sky above me is a lovely blue, and behind me, it's a de...

Quiet — by Peter Stella on

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My heart is clouded and confused. It used to beat with a certain joyous rhythm, but the beats have become unsteady. I'm just waiting for...

Thank You — by Peter Stella on

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This is the first time I've ever done one of these types of posts. However, through doing this, I have learned that there is a lot of t...

1:10 A.M. — by Peter Stella on

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  I had such high hopes that I would be able to sleep on the plane, but that dream has been horribly crushed.  Why did I even think that I c...

Chocolate Semifreddo. — by Peter Stella on

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They were old and in the hospital, her time was coming to an end.  He sat by her side as he had done for the past 62 years.  He always lo...

Another Palette Cleanser — by Peter Stella on

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“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” | Anton Chekov

My Mind: chopped and fried with a garnish of madness. — by Peter Stella on

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I'm a spontaneous person, right?  I mean, sometimes you say that I have to think through everything I do before I do it, but I have m...

A Palette Cleanser — by Peter Stella on

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“Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.” | Suzanne Weyn, Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium

The Appetizer: A Refreshing, Light Salad. — by Peter Stella on

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          The sun rose.  It was unspeakably beautiful.  The long trek up the mountain that started at 3 in the morning...was finally worth...

vorfreude — by Peter Stella on

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Hey there.  I've thought about you a lot while I'm dreaming.  Whether that is day or night, I guess you could say both.  It's...