And then I saw your face.
And then I saw your face.
summertime.i've realized i miss you most in the summer. when we were together, we belonged to the cold; trees would lose their leaves, winter winds would blow, but the summer was ours. it was a time when we could leave essays and exams behind and start dreaming. a time for stargazing and raindancing and treeclimbing. for the wild. for us.summertime. by =jonathoncomfortreed
i feel so out of place. in the light of a bonfire or the wind of a highway, i find myself thinking: you would have loved this. and i get lost in memories of running through a subway station, reaching for lights across the dark ocean or swinging by a lake and dangling our feet in the stars.
this has always been a season of early sunrises and fast-moving clouds. of picking strawberries and meeting strangers. i thought june would last forever.
but it's august. and back then, whenever i drove home at midnight or walked across the city at dawn, you were by my side. you feel far away from me, and listening to your music doesn't bring you any closer. i mi
With a camera in my hands;
I love photography, and I always have. I strive to capture that "moment" and keep it forever.
And a pen behind my ear;
I'm a writer, focusing on short stories and poetry; I love to convey emotion with words.
A laptop in my bag;
I do a lot of experimentation with digital art and other technology. I like to learn new things.
And imagination in my heart.
Artistic expression comes to me like breathing. I couldn't live without it.
Art means a lot more to me than people think.
It's that reminder that there's something more. Something worth living for.
Something worth dreaming about.
There's only us.
celestial.dear x,celestial. by =bowie-loon123
i always believed you were one of those people. impossible to hate, impossible to evade, impossible to obviate. yes, one of those.
because you always reminded me of cigarette smoke. twirling, whispy fumes of wonder dancing in the air. something you inhale, something you breathe, something you live. and never had i thought that a cancerous, calamitous and caustic substance retained such elegance. until i found you. now even the most futile aspects of my life are major parts of my world.
and you remind me of cigarettes because you're just so damn addictive.
you're like efflorescence: you just keep growing, blossoming...becoming more and more exquisite. like a rose, except your magnificent grandeur never seems to wither and crumble. the rich, crimson tint never fades from those rubicund cheeks and you never fade away. like all roses, you have thorns. but then, dear, who doesn't?
you're like water: you're pure. you're perfect. you'r
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