I start things without an ending. I make up quotes without an author. I write like I know things. I think what I can't speak.
The chill envelopes me as the old door creaks and finally latches behind me. An ice breeze washes over my face, brushes my hair back in all directions. I take a step.
"You should never let the sun set on tomorrow...before the sun rises today." ~If I Am by Nine Days.
That awesome moment when you wake up earlier than you need to and you go back to sleep feeling like you are sleeping in..
Owl City. Midsummer Station. Perfection..
She set the book down, enjoying the soft thud and cloud of dust as it hit the table. She stared at the tall shelves lining the walls and took a deep breathe. Where would her mind travel next.
That one person. Kind eyes. Nice. Perfect. I didn't mention anyone but I know you thought of someone. :).
What would YOU see if you looked in the mirror of Erised?.
Whenever she had a worry, a fright, or a problem, she would write it down on a small strip of light blue paper with a onyx black pen.
I lock my heart up in a cage to keep it from all the rage. That which tears our souls apart savagely like an art. My heart is not free, never knowing how to be... LOVED..
I say I just want to hide. But all I want is to be found..
I don't use pennies anymore. They aren't worth much anyway. I throw them out onto the street, In every which way. I hope someone will find one. So I can brighten up their day.
There once was a young girl whose voice held the power to lift words from the paper.
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People think they are making you feel better when they tell you your dreams will come true. But everyone forgets nightmares are the works of dreams too..
A small girl walks through a big forest. Surrounding her are large dark trees with knots covering them from their roots to their highest branches. The girl has hair dark as night.
The sun is shining. My heart is dark. The sky is clear. My head is cluttered with thoughts. The butterflies fly over my head. My stomach is full of them. There isn't a wasp in sight.
There comes a time in life when things just...click. When everything lies itself out and you suddenly understand everything. Your purpose. Your fate. You.
The best things in life are not after the rain has passed, but during the rain when you learn to dance in it..