C-L-S

There are so many things in this world.

So many things I could write about.

Love, frilly, pink, soft

Cloudy, foggy, angelic,

With jagged edges, the heartbreak that threatens your world,

Please, can't you say it?

I'm tired of guessing.

Why skip around the truth

Rather than outright admitting it?

We dance like fireflies

Flying around

Not hitting the mark

But making a dent

My thumb slammed in the door, rapidly turning purple. At first I didn’t even realize, I had become that numb to reality, similar to how my thumb was about to be. My neighbor, Mr. Smithers, waved at me from across the way.

I jump in my friend's car.

It's filled basically to the brim.

The area is small and compact.

How did she fit this many people in her tiny car?

I've heard that hope is a Vicious thing 

It claws its way up from the soil of Contempt and Despair 

It brings with it the Memories of a past life and the Longing for a future

A house holds memories

One look over my shoulder, and they are gone

The house is so bright

So full of orange light

I have memories in that house