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training for battleShe's not in the world alone. Maybe the glass eyes turned to dust and all the lies behind them leaked out and, she's finally seeing that not everything is the same without a wall. All the hiding, all the crying has hollowed her bones out and that explosion, that explosion in her wrist is nothing but a bunch of stories. Old, faded out stories.
She (almost) lost it.
He asked if it was hard to deal with, if she ever felt like giving in and throwing the cards down and she answered with as much truth as she could muster up in these empty bones. But until he handed her the neon colored drugs she held everything back. All the flames, those hot acid colors were enough to make her exhausted.
I swear it's youThere's something to be said about the impact that blue eyes hold on me. I mean, really, they're easy to forget. He's easy to forget. Everything about him is unreal and I think my thoughts just cloud the realization that I'm going insane. Or that I'd already lost my sanity so many years ago in that abandoned forest.
How did I get here, when I can't even remember which foot to put down first?
I'm a doubtful person. So I have everything I could want right now, and my eyes are a little tired from the waiting. But it's worth a little sacrifice right? All the memories I haven't seen yet. Some would call it the future, yes. I call it almost there. Almost smiling.
PersonsThere's two of you and only one of me,
and the truth is the one me
doesn't know which of the two yous to believe.
She never made it homeThere's something very fascinating about the change of wind. It doesn't brush up against her cheeks in an attempt to knock her to the cold cracked pavement, it's instead lingering around her frame and giving her a reason to push forward. All she wants is to be alone.
The lights stack up, repeatedly blinding her from the two feet that cross paths, make a path for her. The funny thing, for a situation like this where running for such a long time kills her, she feels like it's almost worth bursting her lungs. It's almost worth it if it means never looking back and never giving in.
The streetlights are lining up and lighting the way for her but all they really do is cause shadows and she's more afraid of admitting that she's frightened than she is frightened at all. Up, ahead she sees the flashing of the police come to drag her where nightmares never end and sleep is always impossible. She can't go back, she just
Where along, in the bitternessI can only breathe to the sound of good-byes. I can only sing to the sweet melody of tomorrow. I can only live when forgetting you becomes as easy as breathing. And I'm ashamed to say that it will never be easy.
dragging already used words"If I mean enough can you wait another day,
can you wait a week or two and wipe that frown off your face as you watch me leave?
"I promise I'll be home soon enough...wherever home is."
Well maybe it's for the best. Running away and falling on my fingers. I've never been good at speaking, and using symbols with my hands is a waste of strength. And although, most people can wait through everything maybe it's for the best if I just wait day by day on one thing.
Maybe, just maybe, it's for the best.
I swear I can make it hurt. I can make you bleed and I can make you scream, but most importantly I can make panic be a never-ending quality in your life. I won't feel guilty. I'm only going to walk away with out looking back.
After all, there's really nothing special about blue eyes, right?
I wonder if you were to read my letter, if I hadn't burned it, if you'd be here sooner. If I wasn't
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