

my vacuum-cleaned carpetSitting on my vacuum-cleaned carpet, I look out the window. My back is against my neatly made bed, the corners all tucked-in tightly. No sunlight reaches me in this afternoon hour, in my room, with my knees tucked into my chest and my ankles crossed, my cheek resting on my knee. My eyes are wet, my right ear is wet, Im sweaty. My toes are cold, my heart is cold, my collar bone is red. The precipitation from my cloudy soul creates channels down my body, on my cheek, down my calves and thighs. Time passes slowly, as I sit still. The all-too clean carpet, and freshly laundered bed spread leave imprints whermy vacuum-cleaned carpet


the warm rainI look out the window at the warm rain, Now covering the once warm grass with moisture And I am not sad.the warm rain
I do not mourn the dense heat It will come again,
Allowing me to bask in it.


time to liveIm tired of being the wallflower, Tru thought sitting at her computer thinking about life. No more theory or analysis for me, she declared to herself slamming her fist into her palm. She smiled at her gesture.time to live
Its time to live. With that, she turned the music up, she got out of her chair and let the rhythm move her. Singing into her hairbrush she let it all go, all of her inhibitions and was just her; slightly tone-deaf, goofy self. And she loved every second of it.


I can walk awayI cant believe Im still here, Tru thought to herself. They were driving back to his house. He had pulled a pack of matches out of the glove compartment. Reaching into his back jeans pocket he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Taking one out of the pack.I can walk away
Can you please not do that, Tru asked him. He paused a second looking at her considering then stuck the cigarette behind his ear. Sure babe, anything You want, he said in an accusatory tone making her feel guilty.
You bastard she thought, nobody is g


we could split the sky.it's morning and i can feel thunder rumbling through my veins and building in my heart. the ceiling seems too large to belong just in this one room and i'm waiting for it to open up and spill quarter-sized raindrops on to the back of my eyelids. i wonder if the sound of silence still echoes the way it used to when this bed wasn't two sizes too big for just me. if i wanted to, i could roll from side to side without ever meeting any sort of resistance.we could split the sky.
but i don't want to.
i want to press my handprints into your collarbones and taste the better side of these storm clouds with electric sparks, flashing white and blue
| doing the 17 lovin life kind of thing lol |
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raphael does photography, too!
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i want it that way... cuz its my life
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raphael does photography, too!
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i want it that way... cuz its my life
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raphael does photography, too!
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i want it that way... cuz its my life
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raphael does photography, too!
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i want it that way... cuz its my life
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raphael does photography, too!
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i want it that way... cuz its my life
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