anabettina

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torch

The light touches my back and the heat scratches the skin. Beads of sweat trickle down and I lose all senses.

Glaring through the parted curtains. I hate mornings but I always feel beautiful. I might like tomorrow morning but let me sleep for now. When the clock strikes seven after twenty-four hours I will be alive again.

jazz

Saxophone. Paired with your dark, deep and sexy voice. I surrender to slumber and wake up in your arms.

The room upstairs. The gloom and dust mixed with time long gone. The smell of old furniture, books and China dolls. I wish to live there forever.

tilt

My world is on its side, falling but stable. I like to be on the edge. I like the feeling of not knowing when I'd hit the ground.

I drift through crowds. Like a stroller, I pass by unnoticed. Someday I'll leave a mark. Just you wait.

First. Second. Third. Twice removed. Disowned. Adopted. They are still family regardless of these things.

cheek

I kiss his cheeks. I kiss his eyes. He licks my ear. He smells my hair. My dog is the most lovable companion.

This pain is indistinct but I still feel it. Maybe I just want it to hurt but it hurts so much I don't want to feel anymore.

Excited to the nth level. It's the kind of happiness that tops the Mount Everest and beyond. I can't even explain it.

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anabeth wrote about bleak
“This is bleak. I need to get a dictionary. Obscure is bleak. But I'm not so sure.”

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