ReverberateYour voice echoes,through my head it will reverberate,until more waves resound.Calmly, I listen.
Longing For MeI wish I could remember.That horribly fateful day wheneverything fell a p a r t.It still eludes my mind as I reconcile.May 25, 2011.The obituary simply read,"Scarlet Isabella Hampton pronounced dead,suicide, the cause."So maybe it's truemaybe dreams were meant to be shattered,never fulfilled, but, alas,happy birthday, my love.
An Insomniac's Diary EntryMy fear of insomnia is only surpassed by my fear of the dark.I lie here at night, observing, thinking of how beautiful you are when you sleep, and how much thinking of that makes me miss your consciousness. Don't get me wrong, I miss you when you're away, it's just this hits me extra hard, okay? I'm an insomniac, no lie, sometimes I force myself to stay awake at night, even though my body craves the sweet feeling of lying there, unconscious and uncaring, involuntarily weaving pieces of my hopes and thoughts into dreams. There's a reason behind my madness, my fear of the dark overrides any other thought other than staying up and keeping cons
Elemental AngelHe was fallen.Do you even wonder why angels become fallen? I did, and it wasn't what I was expecting. He had fallen because he had committed the 3rd deadly sin, Lust. Banished from Heaven, all because he fell in love with me. He truly was the odd one, he didn't have the typical angel look of blond hair and blue eyes. Except, his hair was brown, almost black, and his eyes were the same, except with hints of dark green. His wings were dark blue, like the ocean at night, and he was tall in stature. His voice was rough as concrete, with undertones smooth as sand, when he spoke his words were light and shy, but struck like lightning bolts on a c