kazanianqueen
It was an assault on her senses. The market smelled like tourist sweat and dirty children. She longed for the days where this was her home, where the smell of food caused you to salivate and the people dressed in beautiful colours.
They carried her out on a stretcher. I heard her screams for days, even though she was so far away that my heart felt empty. I prayed to a few gods I didn't believe in and I wrote her a hundred songs that made her okay.
The decorations hung in the room, gleaming and glistening in the soft firelight. The pained scream echoed down the corridor, but no one reacted, they were used to it now. One last scream flew down the busy corridor and then a cry. Laughter, and cheering, the christmas baubels flickered with the reflection of her new baby. "It's a boy"
She turned the doorknob slowly, scared of what she'd find inside. The brass was cold in her hand, but turned easily. It was as she feared, the inside was covered in paint.
Advisers surrounded me. My friends, my family, everyone had advice for me. I didn't want it, I thought everyone was wrong. I had the teenage arrogance to presume that I knew better. Of course they were right, but I don't regret it. I lived and loved alone, and I felt every emotion with great intensity. I will never regret the death of a love that burns.
My bucket list. You were everywhere in it, everywhere in my future. Now your name is fading on the paper, like somone is burning away your imprint. If I throw water on the fire the paper will dissolve, how do I stop you from leaving when you are merely grains of sand slipping through my fingers?
The science of attraction. One of those books that tries to take away all of the magic you feel the first time you see a person you know you will learn to love. Like the ocean and the moon, I find science takes away the magic. I don't want to know why I feel butterflies and skin prickles every time I hear your name. I want it to be special and unique. Not science but love.
The modem beeped and flashed for the tenth time that night, I was waiting impatiently for a chance to talk to him. Finally it connects and I eagerly open the internet, met with the bitter taste in my mouth when he still hasn't replied.
Walking down a long and lonely railroad. I don't bother looking behind me, I'd rather spend my time thinking about the future. And if I don't see the train then I won't feel a thing. I hope from track to track hoping that one day I'll find you, coming the other way on a track looking for me
As I harness the frustration and pain that I feel and try to reign it in and turn it into something productive, I feel it bucking me like a wild horse. I hold on to the handles for dear life and pray that once tamed this beast will serve my purpose with loyalty not stab me in the back.
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