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Leafy Sitar

August 6, 2021
By LKQgirl GOLD, Somonauk, Illinois
LKQgirl GOLD, Somonauk, Illinois
17 articles 17 photos 63 comments

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MUH HAH HAH HAH!


I will come as I am to this river. Though there is no soap, I am a dirty child with tangled black hair, and the sheep are trying to lick me clean. My name is Leafy Sitar, and I am four. I am exiled from my father’s wishing-boat, where he sailed, looking for dream-fish, chunks of the moon, and living waters. The skies are everywhere. I don’t care that I am a shoeless lost child and the signs say I am lost. My father’s boat tipped like an obese donkey into the sea somehow. He drowned. Help me if you can!

The sky is raging, and my sisters, Sunny and Betty, have deserted me to go worship cactuses. My Daddy rocked my leafy soul on the glassy, smooth ocean waves. When I was floating, the sea was as flat as calm Listerine. It smelled sweet, like dreams and violets. I am now a tired child, holding a burnt-out candle and I am dry, I am lost, I am alone from my father. I am full alone. My father once took me to Jamaica to meet my mother. She was lovely, but that was just a picture pasted over her mirror. In reality, she was sticky skin clinging to bones.

My name is Leafy Sitar. I am away from my father, away from his beloved moon, away from his sweet little ocean. We sailed on oceans yet unnamed. Now I am looking for a bird in this river to carry me back to Pappa in its beak. My sails are waving high, and they always will.



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Lydiaq ELITE said...
on Sep. 4 2021 at 3:46 pm
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
129 articles 33 photos 957 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love, because you can’t love your way out of the lunatic asylum, but it makes it more fun to be a lunatic.
--Me

What the heck, LKQgirl, why did you post yer autobiography??? Nobody's supposed to know that....shhhh!

on Sep. 2 2021 at 9:17 pm
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
197 articles 22 photos 1039 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

she can get t her mom to avoid being an orphan