Microfiction: Two Sad Stories

It's Different But the Same

I know what to do. But

I love you.

Inspiration (Source: Unknown)

How I Feel

    I feel sad but the kind that's joyful

    I'd cry seeing Superman fly

    More examples...

    But I don't want to rhyme

    The best kind of poetry doesn't rhyme

    Its expression is its ideas

    Not whether you can dance to it

    I want to dance with you

    You're so far away

    I know when you'll be here

    I know when I won't be

    I don't even doubt

    I don't even wonder

    I'm just sad because I see Superman flying

    Except it's me 

    You're Lois Lane

    I come to save the day 

    No matter how many time you fall

    Jesus save me

Author's Note: The first story is based on a picture I've had saved on my phone for nearly four years now. I was in love at the time. I'm not sure why I knew this picture felt appropriate for the situation when I saved it. It was too early on. Perhaps it spoke to me on a deeper level past my circumstances. Sometimes knowing what to do is worse than not knowing what to do. Sometimes it's the other way around.

I saw someone in this class write out a 100 hundred word story off the top of their head so I did, too. Maybe it's the lack of prolonged sleep, but I have a tinge of sadness over me. No particular reason. I love life, though. Superman flying is a good representation of loving life for me. It also makes me sad.