elizabethbennet
Lanterns provide a dim lighting as we lay sprawled out on a soft blanket, tangled together. The waves crash in the background, and the sound of his heartbeat fills the air. We gaze up silently at the stars, and watch as one shoots across the sky...
history is what keeps us going, learning, its our past present and future. history comprises our memory, without which we would be incapable of learning and loving, which would keep us from living. history is necessary, imperative to survival to life.
tingle, wiggle, push, pull, separate, grow, multiply. so simple, yet so complex, so insignificant, and so imperative. the building blocks of life without which we wouldn't exist...
i cannot predict what my later life will be like, nor how my future will play out. whatever happens, happens, and i can handle it, i'm ready. however, i can still hope, and dream, and wish, these things remain to be decided.
she wonders at the way his eyes sparkle in the sun's rays, how the light seems to dance off of them in the same fashion it would off a glimmering pool. how his hair seems almost golden in the rays, and how he looks at her so affectionately
he stood there as she boarded the train, tears running down her face. as the train pulled away, something inside him snapped and he started sprinting alongside the car, but to no avail, the train gradually pulled away, leaving him standing alone in a cloud of dust
she stood there, warmth rushing through her veins. his embrace. it was unlike anything else. she was happy, content, elated. nothing in the world could surpass this...
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