selenasaur
in war time she wrote, "my beloved..." dreaming of the moment it all will end in an embrace, if he ever returns.
i woke up to video killed the radio star. carried out my daily morning routine to get ready for school. the house was unsually quiet. it was a little stuffy in my room so i opened the window. silence. the chirps of the usualy breeds of birds were absent. the occasional car passing by never came. i peeked into my sisters room. she wasn't there. i tore the blankets from the bed in disbelief. i stumbled to my moms room. gone. rang my neighbors door bells in panic. gone. called the police and all i heard on the phone was a disconnected dial tone...
i have a backpack. a backpack full of secrets. in it i keep all the adventures i go on that my parents dont know about. ive been high. with guys that are older than me. but most importantly my true beliefs. i dont follow my parents. i develop my own. beleifs of love, creativity, and beauty in the world.
she was a natures child. lingered in the garden. harvesting and picking the herbs. basil, mint, lemongrass, and yarrow. carelessly barefooted standing in the dirt. breathing the fresh earthen air conciously and with love.
he ran his fingers over mine. then took my hand. he pulled me closer. his lips brushed against mine. and then... he kissed me. my heart quivered. his lingering scent filled my nose and my blood pulsed through my body like wildfire warming my skin like a torch.
he told me i was a thief. i didn't know what he was talking about. he told me i stole his heart. i told him id keep it safe. i thought we'd last forever. but we lasted a measly month. my first love broke my heart. he is forever a part of me even though i hate him for it.
miniscule crystals make my mouth water. the crunch so satisfying. leaves your mouth dry as a desert. pretzels.
he laid against the cold brick building. a cardboard box as a cushion. the cold wet environment breaking the barrier of just a ripped flanel shirt. meow. a domestic cat. the homeless man's only form of a companion.
i am sitting in the grass pensively examining the mole on my knee that is tucked up to my chest. the itchy grass that is slightly wet is in between my toes. the aftertaste of a fresh watermelon is on my tongue. and a slight breeze stirs my hair. the all knowing brazen sun warms my skin as i sit in this moment of summer
i am sitting in the grass examining the mole on my knee that is tucked up to my chest. the itchy grass that is slightly wet is in between my toes. the aftertaste of a fresh watermelon is on my tongue. and a slight breeze stirs my hair. the all knowing brazen sun warms my skin as i sit in this moment of summer.
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