Lost Love Lust

Tags: lonely bliss

• stilettos & indignation.

  Smooth Jazz plays its tune as she opens box by box.
  Dust slowly floats into the thin air as objects are placed on shelves and cabinets.
  She turns and looks over her shoulder, imagining a suave young man in a suit waiting for her to go to a Gala of some sort, perhaps an art exhibition.
  Perhaps this was the beginning of [...]

• freckles & skies.

  A half smile upon her lips, she sighs, the house is empty.
  Could this ever work? A shaded corner of the room sends shivers up her spine, the sole purpose is to lighten the day, the tears fill her eyes as fresh lemonade in a crystal glass.
  She admired the person that told her that he never [...]

• whom.

  Who are you my love? Whom I seek through none to find? Does your heart beat to my fondness?
  We drift as the wind upon untouched leaves, not to wonder in our fellowship, but in all else shall we find our true breath.
  You and I true, not a dream, but a happening of miracles, we rise.
  Close [...]

• seeing double.

  There are a couple things in this life that are horrible, perhaps not having legs, or not being able to hear, but the one I would say is the worst is being alone.
  Is this a rant? Yes. It fucking is.
  Dont like it? Dont read it.
  I suppose there are certain moments in life when you exagerate [...]