ben93
I am determined to do this and I think somehow that this is a sign, I certainty am going to assume it is, I am a believer today, of great faith.
A rocket is a curious device. It is perhaps the most advance of all human inventions and is beautiful in it's purpose - that is, to explore the stars. A rocket to the moon, I wouldn't mind that. A rocket to kill my enemies, I take that to my fancy also.
I solved the puzzle of her heart. It was simple, really. All I had to do was listen. I hadn't need offer a word of advice or encouragement. I just sat there and listened while she poured her heart out for me, until she realized what she had given me.
I wake from these bad dreams. I wake into a reality far more hellish than my nightmares, so much so I crave the sweet embrace of sleep. I am trapped between the devil and deep sea.
Blotches, on her face. Blotches, that could easily be considered disgusting. But to me, they were beautiful. Imperfection was somehow just so aesthetically attractive. I hated that she saw herself as being ugly because of it, when in fact she wasn’t ugly at all. Not to me, at least.