Saturday, March 30, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
She cupped his face in her hands like it were a butterfly, or a secret, carefully keeping him from all the harm that wasn't there.
An indulgent secret she wanted just for herself, he was her last bottle before the bar ran dry.
But a butterfly must fly, and secrets are best when they're shared, she decided.
Nothing's real unless you throw it up to the sky right before you've sucked the life out of it.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
I'm writing myself a list of things that I've done; it's easy to believe in yourself if you have a list. <3
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
|This is my chart from 2011 - you can plateau plenty of times, but you can still win this. I promise. x|
10. Have a playlist that makes you write more/better/faster. Make playlists for your characters. But be careful which songs you choose; none of them will ever mean the same thing to you ever again.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Her footsteps draw closer, brittle autumn leaves break beneath her as she wanders, stopping at each new address, her own more temporary than any of ours. Her shadow lands on my doorstep, silhouetting her curves as her saddened eyes come closer. Her fingertips trail the inscriptions on my door as I feel my existence confirmed by her touch. I would like to meet her, but I haven't the words and she hasn't the time.
Footsteps, again they begin as I ache for her touch, now drawing further away. I hear her tears fall on the fresh ground beneath her, and I wish those tears were for me. I reach out to her; she looks away. She moves on, leaving nothing but flowers and a hollow memory of footsteps that were never meant for me.