Mr. E (An unpublished post from years ago)

Dear Mr.E,

What selfish internal reason allows you to keep things to yourself in the way that you do? What kind of self arrogant bastard isn't willing to share among fellow humans, the answers that plague them among a continuous cycle of questioning. In a system so ultimately pointless and futile that the fulfillment of understanding is crucial to a meaning of life; and you're the one who knows it all. Do you feel self important? Are you proud of yourself for keeping steadfast to your privileges? A mock opression that looks down upon us all because for some cosmic reason (which I'm sure only you know) you were selected to be the one with the answers and as such became more worthy than your weight in gold. The world has eyes on you, waiting on you, waiting on your screw ups but expecting your solutions. The heroic Atlas. And I hope throughout your infinite wisdom that you'll eventual remove yourself from this quasi-pedistal you appear to live on and join our level of utter chaos and confusion, because ultimately I am the jealous, selfish one of you knowing the obvious solutions to the complex problems. I want to be you. I want your talents, your knowledge, your background. And yet, I hate you for all of it.

-Sincerely,

Taylor J. Pridgen

ps- Do you ever miss asking questions?

The Dreamers

She was a dream once.
Something simple, an idea. More like a hope.

Of a girl with brunette hair who would roll around on the ground with me.
Play like children do.

A distant dream a long time ago of a future that I never could be sure of.

She was an answer.
The resolution of a journey. A reward of sorts if we think in that way.

She became more than a new beginning. She was a complete rewrite.
The game changed. The rules changed. Everything changed.

She was a teacher.
A molder of thoughts. A betterment of myself and a listener of words.

She told stories, she held my hand. She shared her big dreams with me.
We slept in the same bed and sang the same song.

I knew her favourites, I knew her flaws. Thought I'd never call them such.
I wasn't afraid to share with her. Share who I am, and who I will be.

She's kept every secret. She's held every weakness dear to her heart.
And she proved that she could do anything.
Including falling short.
And even then she made that beautiful too.

It was potential for perfection.
It was as close as we could get.

Two dreamers living a dream. Creating it out of nothing.
Not sure where the story is going. Not sure they want to know.

Just happy.
As long as one is with the other.
So long as they are together.

The world isn't as big.
The future isn't as scary.
The dreams aren't as far away.

And while issues never go away.
All it took to change my life,

was for her to say yes.

- Taylor J. Pridgen