she sat there near the shore; pale skin reflecting the light of the full moon and gazed out at the water of the ocean with the speakers of her truck just loud enough to make noise in the background. her long light hair blew back and to the side with the wind as she sat on the sidewalk in her torn jeans and sweater and numbly wondered; " Where do I go when home isn't home any more?"
As she drifted to sleep there she dreamed of him in flashes of memories, how they would meander without a care in the world in the streets of the city joking around, holding each other, and pushing each other. How they'd lay naked laughing in the back of the truck or just hold each other on the torn up matress of their small shared home. They didn't have much but what do you expect when you run away at 16? Flashes of playing in the water and holding each other on the beach she had been staring at the last few hours went through her dream. Flashes of him kissing her forehead with a hand lightly on her stomach as he explained he needed to go but he'd be back. She stood by the door and watched the car drive out of the drive way, not sure of what happened. She never stopped him, just stood there. Not even a tear. He promised it be ok and that he'd be back. He said it was for the best of the three of them. They had gotten by, just the two of them running the streets in their little truck for two years but now it was time to settle down. so they could give this new life something they never had; a home.
She opened her eyes, tears flowed slowly as she was still holding the letter given to her by the army service man from earlier that day. Music: lana del rey- blue jeans
she had become obsessed. At this point what ever was happening or going to happen, what ever she had said or seen or felt didn't matter any more. The only thing that really mattered was this song and that it was perfect. She never cried, nor looked up, just played. what ever words or emotions she once had, was flowing through the tips of her fingers and soon onto paper so the song could live a lfe of it's own. As she changed and soon disappeared over the years the song still played though through the body of another and it was perfect.
every song,every poem, every piece of art craves to be read, seen, and heard. Because they are not just notes,pictures, or words but emotions. They are a way we connect and bond that no other creature has accomplished. Maybe because when we create them we put a piece of our selves in them and give it life.
I can't love you. It was never me you loved but more of the idea of me. You loved the way I looked but never took the time to find who I truely am, therefore, how can you ever love someone you never knew. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I loved you from the first day we met. It was never the clothes you wore or the affection you showed but your personality. The common language of not only pain but humor we shared. I knew I loved you when I caught you staring at me like I was the most beautiful creature you had ever seen as you held me. I had never made love because to everone else I was nothing more than an object. I think that's why losing you left the biggest scar. I had never felt loved the same way as I did with you. Mood: a bit sad Music: moby- porcelain... cough syrup young the giant