SheSheShe
She has a mind like an empty glass bottle.
Fragile, beautiful, but hollow and filled with billowing wind.
When dandelion seeds blow overhead with the airwave currents, Sometimes her mind is filled with a brilliant, shiny sound-- She can almost touch it.
But when the wind dies down, her thoughts retreat,
And the emptiness reigns supreme once more.
And when it rains, sometimes she gets so full that it
Overwhelms her; ideas spill out as if the top of her head was gone.
When a coherent thought finally shows itself during those
Brief moments of overflow, it always
ManiamaniaMania
precariously perched, shooting stars tantalize nerve-endings of your brain you feel constricted and lost, and ideas feel more like bitter-sweet realities. the earth beneath your feet shifts and an ominous wind breathes beneath your mangled, invisible wings rage and jubilation course through your veins you're on fire and you know it a sea of frantic lightning bolts crashes on the shores of your mind the drowsy waves pulling back to the masses causes your body to tremble the buoy of sanity is long-lost and you feel like a burning
LoveloveLove
love is the color pink flushed and pale, gentle with a warmth that tickles at maroon heart-strings it's the soft onslaught of candied sweet-nothings coupled with brushes of smooth fingertips over a salmon cheek; it's the feeling of being locked in an embrace so full and rich that it would kill you to leave it
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Om nom nom nom
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"Meilin, wait! He'll rip your batteries-I mean, intestines-out!"
~Sox
I'mma put the D. Gray-Man pictures up soon. ^^
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"Meilin, wait! He'll rip your batteries-I mean, intestines-out!"
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Optimism and hugs are the answers to world peace.
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