My hair got lost along the shore that morning, where the ground sprang up to touch my feet.

Outside a taxi passes, it’s dealt with life and has been tempered by it.

As for me, I felt the wind blow past my five senses, pushing me forward.

And leaving my breath behind with it.

Madison

If only I could have saved You, maybe I'd have tried harder to save myself.

Keep me in Your heart, I’ll stay there forever.

Madison

I stood as still as a granite looking, but not really seeing, the walls growing as vast as dark Nimbus clouds. The scribbled words strained and warped as sentimental ink carries its own tale, and its own toxic bellow.

Still, the scent of silence caught my breath as my mind attempted to lure me back into the what ifs.

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A voice reverberated off the cold, stone walls of memory, calling me back.

It carried with it a halfhearted smile and a promise that it remembered me.

I responded back and then my thoughts drifted to Her and Her Sister. What I would give to take them by the hand and in a hushed voice explain that while I am eternally grateful, I am eternally lost.

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“You’re a storyteller. Dream up something wild and improbable," He pleaded. "Something beautiful and full of monsters."

“Beautiful and full of monsters?"

“All the best stories are.”

I’m ripping out those pages, and letting them slide to the floor.

Madison

I am looking for forever. So I will take the batteries out of all my clocks, so We can stay stuck inside this moment as if time had really stopped.

And I would tell You I love You every second, except here seconds do not exist.

So I’d say I love You with each breath.

Madison

We’ve stopped talking puzzles; at least for a while.

Tucked into a row for Three.

Where We can stay distracted for a bit longer.

Madison

I want to slow down. I just want it all to slow down; I want to make a forest of that moment. And live in that forest forever.

It was never so simple as wanting to believe that adulthood was a psychic untangling of youth, a willful revisionist history.

It is there that I think I left Her, the girl that I was.

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In the shadows, in my dreams, I feel content. At peace with who I’ve become and the things I’ve accomplished. Yet I feel like an actress on a stage playing a role. And the inspiration is all wrong.

Because separated from passions, I feel nothing at all.

Just the agonizing heartbeat between the moments I see and the moments I understand. To an ( Read more... )

The day held the sky with big blue arms. Until the sun sends her off into evening with a grateful blaze of vibrant colors.

And then the sky grew darker, transforming from that brilliant blue upon blue, delicately and with just one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of indigo night.

This could be the meaning of free.

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