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As the snow falls on my windshield, the world is blinded of us. The slow motion parade of the city streets filled with people running toward us. Let’s make them jealous.
As the snow falls on my windshield, the world is blinded of us. The slow motion parade of the city streets filled with people running toward us. Let’s make them jealous.
A laugh that echoes in the heart,from a joke too funny.A smile that stretches around the worldand back into my eyes. A memory of not what we did,but what was said, and where.A dancer in her own mind,a happy girl in mine.
Find my imperfections. Add up all my wrongs. Put together every miserable moment. It’s long, the time it takes to heal. I was a battleship, and I won the war. Pick yourself up. You’re mighty, you’re strong. Realize all the bad there was, to make you forget the good. Down the road you’ll see.
Silence. Peace. The darkness mirrors a quieter time. A text from the future. My head cluttered. Rapidly changing. The lights from a car. Where did this all come from? I never did have my own backyard. I sit here to breathe. To stare at the nebulae. One flight up. I wish I could be higher. … Read more
As the sun sets beyond the Valley walls, I say goodbye to a love once cherished, adored. I have sinned Father, but who is left to forgive me? It’s passion, it’s not love. I am confused at best. Sugar coats your fiery words. Just speak your mind. I’m listening.
Not a joke,though many were made.Lampposts illuminatedthe night for days. Brighter than the city lights,smarter than any sirens.Curious always, youAmaze me. Look at the old couple.Every angle seen.From the top of the cityto feet of the sea. A peace not pretend.A smile not faked.Conversation: endless…Ended only by the sleep in our eyes.
I’m somewhere in a cloud and it’s raining. That was the worst car ride we’ve ever taken. I’m sorry it had to end that way. Last night, my mother dreamed we were doomed. Tonight, I sobbed in her arms like a baby. She told me I needed to do the right thing. Overthought and underappreciated. … Read more
Let’s continue down the same patheffortlessly down the green grass hills.Slow motion.I look back to us,and there’s no way we won’treach the water.
Something of a dark green leaves and branches hanging level with my face. I don’t move to avoid them, but I soak in the visual. For these moments come so sparingly. Son, I feel the rain falling this Winter, and boy am I thirsty. So, bring on the fog and dew. A jacket, so warm, … Read more