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Identical Strangersi.she wore a peace sign so she could remember her name.
otherwise, the storm clouds would
sweep her away
and her mind would get lost in the
of tragedy and loss.
ii.her desire to learn condescended everything, even love.
when the time came, she tried understanding him,
but the lightning blinded her efforts and
the downpour drown out her cries.
so instead of falling in love, she fell from the oak branch
and broke her wings.
iii.he smirked and watched the blood fall from her cringing fingertips,
and kissed her wrists goodbye.
Another soul lost to the infinite horizon.
Chronicle of Dreams: RomanticismI came to your house and was visiting you, we had been dating a while so our parents trusted us being home alone. I was playing around and went and sprawled out on your bed acting crazy. You walk in there and I lean my head up and start laughing, you smile and poke me in the side while saying "Move over!!!" I finally surrendered and moved over and you laid down beside me. I blush a little and rolled over to where my back is facing you, all of a sudden I feel you pull me backwards by wrapping your arms around my waist. I do my little surprised yelp and start giggling, you hold me tight and I try to wiggle away, you tighten your grip and say "No! Mine!" I lay there practically dying because all the blood has gone to my face and say "Well at least let me be comfortable!!!" You loosen your grip enough to where I can roll over facing you, I cuddle up to you and lay my head in between your neck and the pillow, I put my hands on your chest and sigh lightly. My breath must have bothered you be
Chronicle of Dreams: ProposalI was in a dark room laying on a bed, I woke up and saw the room had been lit dimly by a bunch of candles, there were rose petals around and it smelled faintly of vanilla and peppermint, some soft music was playing in the background as well. I sit up and see you looking out the window at the night sky covered in stars, you had a black tuxedo and a fedora hat on, you were perfectly still. I say lightly "Nicholas, what are you doing?" With your back still facing me, you turn your head slightly and smile, then go back to looking out the window. Curious as I am, I get up and walk to you, I stand beside you and look with you. I notice you have a red tie on and jet black shoes, I smile and continue looking at the stars. After a couple minutes standing there in silence, you turn to me and say "I find it stunning that your beauty rivals the stars, you know?" I blush and look down, I quickly mutter "I could never be that beautiful..." You laugh lightly and raise my chin with your right index fi
Social InteractionSocial interaction doesn't exist here.
No, it's never important to transcend the bonds of loneliness.
It's only necessary to stay where the world can't grace you with abstract experiences and memories of lovely times.
Solitude is my mantra I've chanted for far too long, and I dream one day I can break free and read something else written in the waters besides my own reflection...
It seems to be nothing more than fiction even though
claiming to hear it.
Who knows what's the truth anymore?
They've been lied to too, so how can they know the difference?
We are all lost in existence, dying without even the slightest hint of
and what the truth is.
We're all living a miserable existence, and the funny part is, we don't know it's happening.
So, there it is, our existence is meaningless,
we might as well shatter it on the floor,
stomp it to pieces,
and pull the truths from the bottom of our soles.
Because that seems like the only way we're ever going to find out.
Unwilling DesiresI walk this road alone.
With an angel, one who hides
his radiating presence behind a veil.
A veil of a heartbroken lullaby and a shattered tear.
I adore the tension.
The paranoia of,
"Oh god, I'm gonna screw something up..."
Take a deep breath, my love.
I see the side effects.
I love you.
My angel of unwilling desires,
you know I'll kiss you one day,
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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