Right now, I live in the feeling of the floor under my shoe and my toe against the desk. My binder is touching my arm gently. The denim of my jeans is soft and comfortable against my warm hand. Hundreds of strands of hair brush against my skin and my tongue prods gently at my aching teeth. Right now, I live in the humming of fluorescent lights and the scratching of pens. I am a traveller, but in the end-- home is with her, in the feeling of safety and a lap to rest my head on; in the smell of roses, mint gum, and shampoo. It's in the warmth of arms around me and the comfort of body heat radiating through my sweater. It's strands of blonde hair on pillows, ashes on sidewalks, shoes in the front hall, a jacket on my computer chair, and green eyes behind glasses. |
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. the happiest sappiests .
xDante and the7eventhrider
+ for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
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Hides in the corners of her mind, where she plays contently.
She leaves this nightmare far behind, she escapes inside her dreams.
'nuff said.
oh, whoops! fixing that up.
thank you! (: <3
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i wish that the library were open all night, because i like being there.
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i wish that the library were open all night, because i like being there.
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i wish that the library were open all night, because i like being there.
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. the happiest sappiests .
xDante and the7eventhrider
+ for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
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i wish that the library were open all night, because i like being there.
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