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05-03-2013, 12:23 AM
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It seems like you are always moving, ever-changing. The son of a woman that would sooner see you dead than accept you into a heart that has learned nothing, it is merely survival. So despite the tired legs, heavy eyes, a will you do not understand, much less acknowledge in the first place, keeps you a shadow in hers made of all that is beautiful ( cunning ) to you through the endless hours of searching for something you are beginning to think she will never find. She always seems lost, from the day you looked at her with wide, honest eyes and an open heart, as you look at her now, she has not changed. You had tried to understand her, once, and you were met with a silence that sent chills through your avian-boned frame, shook your fragile heart riddled with youth with sorrow you could not —— cannot —— name. You had wanted to find her, your stars and moon, you had wanted to help her with a desire that hurts you when you think of it, ( and it is there, all the same, albeit tamed, a reminiscent shadow collect dust ) hurts you to know she does not want you to be the one to find her when you would give anything for her, your sun. She would know it, if only she asked. She would be your everything, if only she would allow it. Something stirs you from your sleepy musings as she pauses, her body poised to flee, ( and it always is, you remind yourself, always is ready to disappear through your very fingers ) and you blink, stilling next to the midnight of her hair, the moon-dust of her body. Confusion colors her stone face for a moment, and you sigh ever so quietly to yourself, the soft greens of your eyes dancing along the motion of the waves, the shape of the sand. "Sea." She murmurs only this as she steps towards the dancing tides that sting your nose as you inhale. Your tiny body hesitates for only a moment before your muscles hum with the desire to follow her graceful form, a distant fear ( she would sooner turn a blind eye than protect you, afterall, would she not, the parasite of your heart? ) thrumming upon your heartstrings loudly. She stops yet again, just shy of the water's grasp but you press forwards, jolting as the chill of the sea spray splashes against your gold-spun body, a small smile tugging at your worn lips as wild eyes flash back to the marbled face, excitement building beneath those long, long lashes. Another wave of water rushes towards you, and you pounce into it, squealing with a glee that you had forgotten. For a moment, out of the corner of your eye, you see a smile on your sun's face, something that you steal, lock away into the back of your mind. |
ew, oh my god, ew.
i apologize for this.
the next will be a million times better. ♥
for endy with mr. sindingbby <:
