ashleykay
There were spikes adorning her blue velvet shoes. They stared into the soul of the gravel beneath her feet and asked questions as if they were king of the concrete.
She was carefully jealous while debating the idea of human symmetry. What was the purpose of conformity? Should every citizen dress both arms in black jacket sleeves, string a thread of gold around their neck, and smile when the mouth yearns to fall slack against polished teeth? No. Symmetry could not solve nor be the answer to her pondering.
There was a domestic beer left on the polished wooden table. It stood alone, with a peeled label and lip marks pressed to it stout. I envied lips left their mark and someone used their finger nail to undress the bottle. How lonely it is to be lonely.
She counseled from afar
peering over the much too tall podium
her heels cracked with the excitement which comes from power
As she sucked in her first breath of air...
I flipped through channels as if something would magically present itself for my personal entertainment. Truthfully I was not interested in the how to make a perfect omlette or newest reality stunt. I was searching for something real, something that resonated with my mind in this solitude. Not people talking about tangible things, which don't matter. I wanted real. I wanted you.
The sun illuminated day break as violet, tangerine, and bubble gum pink stretched their morning limbs across your eyes. I never knew it was possible to blend sensations
Your forearms felt like a fortress surrounding my sanctuary. Protecting the inner vulnerability from cruelty. It was nurturing to be wrapped in in between your palms and body.
There is precision & there is accuracy. We tend use the terms interchangeably, yet they are as different as lightness and weight. I could tell you things you wanted to hear, all similar ideas, but they could be no where near to the truth. This is precision. If I was speaking accurately the nail would be hit on the head indefinitely. Pain would permeate every strike as it sunk into the deepest of spaces. That is accuracy.
Camping reminds me of all the trips i've taken this year. Learning card games and pretending to be older than i am. watching the campfire & being accompanied by the milky way. theres something so lovely about waking up early in nature. i love how the coffee feels as it drips down my throat, and the sleepiness in everyones eyes. bagels taste amazing and the crisp air feels like a cold kiss. I love the feeling of the forest and mist. Its something i never would trade.
Taupe stripes blended softly into the bed linen. It reminded me of the way caramel is swirled into grocery store vanilla ice cream. I could not remember if the morning was warm or contained an autumn chill, all I could see were stripes permeating through the sheets.
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