Writing

Is there anyone out there?

I'm alone here

In the dark

Crushing weight on my shoulders

       I

                    Can't

I can't sleep

I know I need to

Ugh, again??

Usually I have trouble getting to sleep

In the summer

It's hot

But the AC's on and my earbuds are in

Relaxing music

What's the problem?

Chapter 1: A Reaper Guiding a Dead Soul

-Zeph-

He waits each year

For that one week of the summer

Where he can feel free

And finally be himself 

Kin among kin

Finding safety in their differences 

He watches the young ones

People describe blueish green eyes as the ocean,

or the sky,

or there favorite color when they don't know what to call the shade they see...

that's boring.

I love the way your eyes look,

making me want to dive in,

reach the depths of the shades of greens and blues of the ocean hidden behind your dark lashes.

Knowing I'd drown,

sinking to the darkest parts.