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And then I saw your face. |
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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 seas
     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. |
love is an understatement.i built up alllove is an understatement. by ~stuff7
of our cliffs, and
promised to catch you
when you fell, but i
never said i'd catch you
when you
jumped.
-
all of my homeless
friends are gone, i'm the
only one left in town,
so this is what
it feels like
to be
alone.
-
this goddamn heart
has forgotten how
to bleed, broken
mirrors and
pieces of my
old walls are scattered
on my floor,
it's time
to move again.
-
this old apartment
is filled with long-lost dreams and
all too vivid memories.
not to mention the cobwebs
in the cabinet.
-
i promised you
forever, but
tomorrow doesn't
count.
because the time
between now
and forever
is just
practice.
i'm t i r e dI'm tired of this.i'm t i r e d by ~WanderingHere
Tired of the warmcold relationship that we have.
Tired of the embers that are all that remain from our blaze.
Tired of the falling ashes.
I'm tired of you.
Tired of your warmcold moods.
Tired of your fake smiles that remain untouched.
Tired of your pristine beauty.
We're little more than a fading dream. I'm waking up.
I'm not that naïve.
| I (sometimes) have fleeting moments of artistic- ness.  “He’s lonely, just another dreamer-boy with his head in the clouds. For a boy who would never be loved, he had so much love in him.”  > I’m a dreamer. I’m a prince. Welcome to my life. |
 ^ My twin. Half of my heart. [~WanderingHere] ^ This is a reminiscence of playing Super Mario World with my big brother.  [~ProvenParadox] |
 ^ Deal with it. ;] |
~WanderingHere and ~ProvenParadox
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