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 constant watch over the thing I love. This being said, I think of myself as a protector of sorts. Maybe it's just my wild imagination at work, but when I keep watch over you it gives me the same feeling as sleeping for hours on end. When I sleep I feel... vulnerable almost, at least that's what I see it as. I watch your breath escape your chest and thin
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 cold summer's night. Looking into his eyes brought upon the same effect as touching the blue of a flame, tempting, yet deadly once done. What could I say? He was seduction reborn as my own personal servant, after all, he was MY guardian angel, and he got banished for falling in love with ME, so why not take advantage and have some fun? I began to fal
Priceless RememberanceThe lightness of the dirt, illuminated by hints of green,
is only surpassed, by the
sometimes long nights,
and the always sweet air.
I sometimes even drift as the earth embraces me with warmth.
I always wake up to a new day
with that same shining sun that never seems to grow old,
the same scent,
and the same ka-thunk ka-thunk those earthworms make underground.
How It Feels To WriteOnce it comes into my head,
I cannot stop.
Hour by hour, day by day,
restlessly enslaved by my own self.