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Fire. It burns. In the sunlight her hair called to me. Sweet curls of auburn. I wonder how her hair smells like. Perhaps as sweet as her. I want to run my fingers through those curls of hers, but I know I will never have the courage. I can only observe from afar. Like the sun, I cannot get near to her.
I never saw her again. Just another missed connection in this city filled with people.Posted By Luna On 05.12.2013 @ 10:03 pm
How is it that you’ve managed to invade my every being as a human to think.
in the morning I tried to sip my coffee but only burnt my tongue at the thought of us in the cafe and now everything I taste is you
You’ve even token the pleasure of my morning coffee. How I wish I’d be the first thing you think of when you wake upPosted By luna On 04.22.2013 @ 10:09 pm
I object the idea that misanthropy is practical or acceptable. I once saw a guy in his early 20′s playing in a pile of leaves. He started to pretend to rake when he saw me. We both broke out laughing and then I continued walking and I will never see him again. I don’t know if people are inherently good or bad or if that even matters. I do know that loving is practical. I object the idea because you do yourself a great disservice by assuming people are shitty.Posted By Luna On 12.02.2012 @ 11:30 am
Soon is what we always say to ourselves.. soon i’ll work out, lose 50 pounds, soon i’ll get that job.. we live in the future, we dwell on our past, i can’t reach that goal because of xx happening.. we blame our failures on the variables beyond our control. Fuck that, live your damn life.Posted By luna On 11.26.2012 @ 9:59 am
cats , i wish I could draw. I wish I had the attention span. I wish I was a good artist again. what happened? I miss drawing. *sigh* I love expressing myself. I see it in my head, but I can’t get it on the paper. And I have drawing visions. But I can never do it, I get to the paper and nothing. I’m much better at writingPosted By Luna On 11.12.2012 @ 4:51 am
i think it is possible to fly and to love. or to think. this thing said i cant think. how can i stop that though? to me, it is the same as breathing, as feeing ly heart beat. i love and i think. i breathe whiule i thik. can someone really just not think for a whole minute or is that impossible? does anyone truely know? who am i>?Posted By luna On 10.06.2012 @ 7:58 pm
it hadn’t felt eternal in the moment; it had felt haphazard and easily manuevered, as if she had only to speak the words and her decisions could be reversed or changed. As if they had never happened. It had been simple, to say, “well. yes.” she hadn’t thought twice about it, just opened her mouth and then it was over. something had shifted and it felt like forever.Posted By Luna On 09.10.2012 @ 4:07 pm
Stillness is the restraint behind everything. Stillness is a blessing. Stillness is a curse. Stillness is a blessing after a long day, but when stuck in the classroom it can be a curse. Life needs color and movement, but sometimes you just need things to slow down and stop. Still.Posted By Luna On 09.06.2012 @ 9:13 pm
the air mattress is cold on my back. I lift my head at the sound of the door. “I’m going,” he grumbles. “Work?” “Where else?” I place my head back on the mattress. I roll onto the concrete floor. Ice runs up my spine, touches my neck, my back, my fingertips. I like to feel by body react. I do not how to do anything else.Posted By Luna On 06.30.2012 @ 1:57 pm
My favorite kind of weather. It makes me feel alive. I’m not a sad person I just like to feel the rain on my skin. It’s makes me feel euphoric. I like to listen to the rain. I feel safe when it rains. On rainy days I look up to the sky every now and then to make sure there are still enough clouds. So that it won’t stop raining any time soon.Posted By Luna On 03.30.2012 @ 4:20 pm