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I love winter. A lot. I wish that we had snow in Texas though. this is was i think of winter: The snow was a pure white. It was the kind of snow that stuck to the ground and didn't melt.
I run though the place as if the rain were going to suddenly and completely evaporate from any signs of existence at any moments notice. I run to cover only to find that Diana was there.
Rain drops slithered down the cold glass of the window as my warm breath created a milky puddle on its surface. With my pale, nimble finger I traced a jagged heart, it quickly evaporating away.
This is a magical place. Nobody knows where it is that is alive today,except me. I can tell anyone anything they want to know about the 'City in the Sky'.
Christmas christmas is finally here All the children are filled with cheer They're waited for santa to slid down that chimney As he is assisted by his elf sidney They bake him cookies and give...
One day I woke to find, a cat sitting beside me, it was grey, dark and had an evil glimpse in his eyes. I knew this cat. I didn't own him but I knew him, from a previous... Incident.
I stand in the kitchen making my son, Ace, his lunch. He's laying in front of the small tv coloring. I have the news on and he listens like he knows exactly what they're saying.
Run. I can hear myself screaming it at you, I can feel the tears rushing down my cheeks. I can see my hand reaching out for you, trying to grab you, to pull you to me one last time.
The Phoenix dances across the sky, blazing the atmosphere with fire brighter than the Northern Lights, rays of molten gold in the night.
I remember sitting on a bench doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. There was a field with no people, a sidewalk with no one walking, a sky without a sun. Nothing.
Merry Christmas darling, you should be on your way.
One night I was glazing at the stars when a shooting star went past I made a wish and it came true ...
This is of a boy lost in an eternally white world, a world with nothing but an endlessly flat white ground that blended perfectly into the white sky.
It was on a Sunday I kissed you the first time. It wasn't a long kiss, not a particularly perfect kiss, just a kiss. It was a special kiss. A kiss from you.
She stumbled through, her dress dragging along and catching on every root she stepped on, on every branch she passed. It was dark and hard to see, and she thought she heard voices every now and then.
The teacher slammed the stack of books on the edge of the desk, causing a thumping book to echo through the room. It was just her and the desk and a stack of books. Of course I was there.
If you knew that the next day, the everybody would forget what they did that day. Everyone but you. Money wasn't a problem. Neither are people. But only this day. Once in a lifetime.
((I remember back when... When I told you I struggled with daily life.. Because I questioned my own existence.. When I wondered if I was real..
It's all ... Things. Things and Stuff. It can't change. I'm stuck, looping. It's so boring. So dead. A standing corpse, stiffening where it stands, the broken reality where we live.
We made our way through the tubes that were the hallways of my dream mall.. As I set aside an octopus she showed me, I continued to walk on.
As I sit on my break, unhumbled by my praise less hard work, I type away on my phone, awaiting the impending doom that lied waiting for me at the end of my break...
He walks past me, oblivious to my screams. I pound on the glass, calling out and hoping he'll hear me. He's the most recent tenant in the apartment.
I feel it again. That helpless feeling when you realize that it's all over. I see the surface not far above me. I struggle and reach. No good. My goal is too far away. Further than I had hoped.
The cool breeze blows through my hair. He leans over and gently kisses my cheek. I can feel the breeze turning into his musical voice, whispering my name over and over.