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I've always told myself that I would never have to rise out of chaos for I should never fall.
These past few weeks have been harrowing yet surreal. I met a boy. He smells like how it does outside (the only place I've felt i ever belonged), not sweaty or hot, but - fresh. After a previous experience, I told myself I wouldn't get caught up in boysI ( Read more... )
These past few weeks have been harrowing yet surreal. I met a boy. He smells like how it does outside (the only place I've felt i ever belonged), not sweaty or hot, but - fresh. After a previous experience, I told myself I wouldn't get caught up in boysI ( Read more... )
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I made a promise, an eternal bond to my own being, a shackle, and a chain to the earth. I swear that my heart will never be subject to the toil and trouble of heartbreak again, to the encumbering worries of love. I wrote it viciously in my own blood.
I've always told myself: I would never have to rise out of chaos once more, because never, ever, will I fall back into that threatening arena of passion & vigor I know all too well.
These past few weeks have been harrowing yet surreal. Then again the line between the two is easily blurred.
I met a boy. He smells like the green outdoors (the only place I've felt i ever belonged), not sweaty or hot, but - fresh. Like a new season. Like a new day. Like a brand new temptation.
I told myself I wouldn't get caught up in boys. How often we deceive ourselves ( ... )
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don't you think?
If you're trying to imply something,
I suggest you just say what you need to say.
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I'm glad what I wrote inspired you to write something of your own.
I too, am very passionate about writing. ♥
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