I'm doing it again, and I understand Chocolate better now.
I miss the cold, bright lights, and the murky raindrops that used to brush against my skin. I miss inhaling the darkness that I knew would not give way to the stars.
I miss the rush of adrenaline, that small feeling of warmth somewhere in my abdomen. I miss the noise.
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Unusual You
You got me all twisted and confused.
It's all new.
And I think I'm beginning to get used to it. Read More
It's all new.
And I think I'm beginning to get used to it. Read More
Happy
Maybe I could fall,
Maybe I could fall apart.
The digital beeps vibrate in my ears, the wonderful glow dancing against my eyes. I missed this, so very much.
It's like a game, and I can picture the red, thick coating of my gameboy warm in my hands as my thumbs wait readily upon the A B buttons and the directional pad.
The small, pixellated greenish screen is the universe, and Tetris is the sun.
I miss playing, dancing, writing, feeling the corners of my lips curl into a smile as I realize I'm doing it again.
And I am. I'm doing it again.
Cue the electronic do re mi of the genius Russian who composed the Tetris soundtrack.
Let's play. Read More
Maybe I could fall apart.
The digital beeps vibrate in my ears, the wonderful glow dancing against my eyes. I missed this, so very much.
It's like a game, and I can picture the red, thick coating of my gameboy warm in my hands as my thumbs wait readily upon the A B buttons and the directional pad.
The small, pixellated greenish screen is the universe, and Tetris is the sun.
I miss playing, dancing, writing, feeling the corners of my lips curl into a smile as I realize I'm doing it again.
And I am. I'm doing it again.
Cue the electronic do re mi of the genius Russian who composed the Tetris soundtrack.
Let's play. Read More
Bittersweet Faith
We dance, slowly. It's like a game, and you know how much I hate it. How much it pains me, like forcing bits of broken glass into my skin.
I hate these games we play, and you play them anyway.
And, I keep clinging on to the stupid shred of hope that keeps winking at me, with brown eyes covered by long dark eyelashes.
I hate these games we play, and my bittersweet faith in you.
My bittersweet faith in this ending someday. Read More
I hate these games we play, and you play them anyway.
And, I keep clinging on to the stupid shred of hope that keeps winking at me, with brown eyes covered by long dark eyelashes.
I hate these games we play, and my bittersweet faith in you.
My bittersweet faith in this ending someday. Read More
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About Me
- Skyfall
- Full of life, colorful, happy - always, always happy. His life is a dance floor, music flows in him, through him, he never gets tired of dancing, of laughing, talking, creating and thinking. He is flamboyant and audacious, and content at being so. He lives to enjoy the color spectrum in all its great impossibility.