I don't really know
I didn’t know I needed this. Now it’s here, shining on my dashboard. At last I see the light, and it’s like a whole new world.
*eyes sparkles*
~M
LOLOLOLOL ღ
(Source: laughcentre, via kalifornia-lovexo)
June 5
She cried today
She cried all day
And she used me as her pillow.
When she finally stopped, she became silent
She fell fast asleep
I kissed her
Rubbed her cheek
And fell asleep next to her.
June 21
She came home with a mark on her neck
And she smelled different
But I didn’t say anything
July 7
A boy came home with her today
I didn’t like him
He smelled weird
He touched her
A lot
July 10
She invited him to dinner
He took my spot on the couch
I didn’t say anything
She seemed to like him
She kissed him
In a way she never kissed me
July 27
She laughed today
Hard
But her eyes didn’t look the same
She looked happy
In the saddest way possible
August 2
She had bruses on her arm
She didn’t smile today
I wanted to kiss her
But she wouldn’t let me
August 18
I heard the boy yell from outside
She came home laughing
Yelling back
I just watched
Hours later
She stopped laughing
And cried hard today
August 23
She wrote a lot today
and closed the door from her room
I heard a thud
I tried yelling
Asking if something fell
She probably didn’t hear me
Even if she did she wouldn’t understand
I’m just her pet dog
August 25
Everyone cried today
I didn’t see her
I haven’t seen her for a couple of days
I couldn’t smell her scent
Or hear her voice
I wonder when shes coming home today
My favourite song is the one that makes me want to write. The one song where you’re in your car and you look threw the window like usual, but when that song plays, especially when it places at random, all of a sudden you’re not just looking out a window. It has a soft tune, you can hear the strum of the drum, and you look at the strangers walking on the streets, as if they’re following the pace of the song and for some reason you place that song in their lives, in your life. As if you were in a movie, bearing in the deepest of thoughts, thinking about whatever hasn’t been on your mind for a while, and then the guitarist joins in, giving you a taste of bliss. You begin to look at the sky and more instruments gather until the song is comletely filled and already at it’s chorus, the best part, the lyrics that stick to you and linger in your mind, your lips, and your heart. At this point your eyes are closed, darkness being replaced with a brilliant scenary, a scenary that is different to everyone, belongs to everyone, but it is still your own. To me, I picture myself in the end of winter, still quite cold but warm enough to bear. I walk down the streets, streets I’ve never been to before in reality but in this scenary, I pass them every day. My scarf covers half my face, still leaving my cheeks, aswell as my nose the colour of a light pink. My sweater long enough to cover up most of my thigh, leaving the rest of my legs exposed to the cold breeze, my jeans don’t do much to help the cause, while the fur on my boots attempt to save my ankles. I watch my breath form an image in the air while walking my way to wherever it is I’m going. Soon enough, I get there. And I see him. Not his face, I never see his face, but even so I still picture a smile placed under my nose whenever I look at him. The image fades when he holds my hand to drag me close, but it doesn’t end there. The song continues to play and I want to draw whats placed on my heart, the creativity thats been left on my mind, what is left to say that can’t be put into words, and I drift into a daze. I want nothing more but to sink into to that song, to live in its words, to embrace the feelings that have been put into it, but the feeling is only temporary, so is the song. It leaves me, and slowly dies out, and I’m stuck with a desire of wanting more, even so I let it drift, and once its gone, thats the end of it. It was as if, I had felt nothing the whole time, as if it mean’t nothing, as if I was possibly overexaggerating something meaningless, trying to make it selfimportant, and for an instant, I believe it. At that point, I feel nothing but utter boredom with the rest of my time, still having creativity linger threw my fingers.
