poetictragedy18
"Words can stab you like 1,000 knives, but the ink that writes them down can kill."
the bug has been caught...
I've never noticed such things as how many stars are in the sky. I try and count as i walk around with my bare feet brushing the grass. I never wear shoes in the spring or summer. I almost feel trapt when i have them on so i forget them inside, shoved in the closet or under the bed. The cool breeze rushes against my face and i shiver, but do not return to the house. I watch the cars drive by and the leaves begin to grow on the trees. I never noticed all of this before. Never just sat here to think. One thing clouds my mind, not rain clouds, but beautiful vibrant ones. The kind you see when the sun is setting. Colors flowing in every direction like a childrens watercolor painting. The thoughts are buliding up and they cause me to smile. A grin that reaches from one ear to the other. Your car pulls up and my thoughts become more then things inside my head. They become real things. Everything bundled up inside those clouds screams your name and the minute you are by my side i feel full and alive. The bug has got me and i hope that is stays alive and lives on forever.
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