He waited at the door silently, uncertain whether he should enter or turn away while he still had the chance. He stared at the colossal doorway. It stood at least nine feet tall, and four feet across; it seemed unnecessarily large. He did not understand why a door so large was needed in a place which seemed so quiet, a so-called place for rest. The ( Read more... )

The perpetual motion and our movement forward was dizzying. It was as simple as a glance through a lit window at night, or so it seemed. Our eyes were heavy with a lack of sleep and this left our emotions astir. The moon was waxing over roads wandering through the night. It’s a secret language we speak, me and the moon. The grandiose gestures ( Read more... )

He waited at the door silently, unsure whether he should enter or turn away while he still had the chance. The doorway he stared at was huge. It stood atlas 9 feet tall, and 4 feet across, it seemed unnessecarily large. He simply couldn’t understand why a door so large was needed, the opening was shielded by a solid, thick piece of dull steal. She ( Read more... )

“I suppose it has to do with the change in seasons. We can blame it on other things, but that’s all circumstantial, you know? When it comes down to it, all of the feelings that ache in the pit of my stomach or the random mood swings when I go from being so high to falling so low, it all has to do with the season, I’ve decided. Outside it’s cold. ( Read more... )

Ben came over right as the sun began to hid beneath the mountains’ top peaks. He yelled ( Read more... )

I close my eyes and step through the doorway. The crisp air that greets my bare face mixes with the smell of burning leaves as I take in a blow breath. The streets are dimly lit, lined with tall oak and olm trees. Some are reduced to the skeleton that lies underneath their leaves, others still clings to the last of theirs, still colorful and rich. ( Read more... )

This Is Lame.

Blah.

Once again, the other journal is boxcar_cadavear this one is icky writing.

Summer's starting to peer it's head around the corner, though spring is still fresh. Outside of my window the emerald blue sky, with its crisp cool air and clouds that are remenisent of streched out cotton ball, that sky is calling me out. I'd rather stay in. Maybe that's my fatal flaw, you know? I would rather stay in and read or think than go out ( Read more... )

The car is driving down the road, we're traveling a steady 45 miles an hour, him and I. The moon is glaring in through the windshield's glass, in front of us the moon seems only an arms length away, mounted in the center of the sky. Near it a blanket of clouds are floating in the sky, they're illuminated by the moons sharp glow. In the dark the ( Read more... )

Through the cafe window two lovers can be seen. There they sit silently in a red room ( Read more... )