seven hours til open eyes
good conversations. plenty of laughter. drinks. friendship. time. the past. the now. strange feelings on this night of what feels like winters end. the weather will always change so i can’t base anything on that. i feel very good. i know you will know the same, just wait and then smiles will fill every memory you find yourself dwelling on. things are so good. how could i not see before? even...
elaina-marie replied to your post: the afternoon before evening. No words. Thank you for this! I know these feelings. :) thank you! it’s good to know that i connected to someone through my writing :D
one cup of coffee later
and my tired eyes are jumping out of my skull. my fingers need to be racing across my fretboard. i have another cup of coffee saved for writing later so hopefully i’ll have a couple more things up tonight :D
fawnsparrows asked: Ahhh thank you so much! I actually just read your piece 'the afternoon before evening' i believe it's called? and i seriously said to myself "this is exactly why i have no current chance of being published."
the afternoon before evening.
the yellow field of sunlight reflected reaches for my attention from across the small body of water that separates me from a woman in a blood red coat who crouches on the sidewalk while her white lab sprints effortlessly into her arms. a rider on some skinny bike slides by as i catch one brief glimpse of a shadow moving quickly amongst the trees. the wind kisses my face from the right of my side...
Drowning in Euphoria: Faint →
fawnsparrows: Apparitions. My perception of the present is threatened by their appearances, a flock of ghostly images dancing in the decay of shattered hearts. I feel faint, as if the tone of my skin has been drained of several shades and the bright streaks running through my hair have paled. My fingers seem… oh my fucking god. why can’t i write like this. fuck.
moderateclimates asked: ;D Thank you so much for the brilliantly kind comment
CANADA IS PASSING A SOPA COPY IN 14 DAYS. EVEN IF... →
abrightyoungthing: deatheaters-anonymous: demonauphe: astudyintruffle: forgottenplayground: itsrainingcatsandpumps: the letter is already written, so all you have to do is click send. Reblogging for all you Canadians out there. Go Canadians GO I DID IT.