She sweeps across the dark sky
and in Her wake,
the galaxies, planets, stars, moons,
and magic are born.
Welcome to her world.
I have been very successful in pushing you away and blamed you for the enmity which is my own. I have grown proud and hostile to you and for that (no mater how much I want You to say it in my behalf) I Am Sorry. I have run out of patience and lack the heart to fill this void I carved within me.I still have some pixie dust left, but I need my happy thought. And you're the only one who makes me fly.
You are the only one who makes me fly.
... sharp intake of breath.
I keep viewing this post like some childlike wishful thinking would actually change things. But that's foul, I suppose. I'm not as brave as you, but I'm glad you said what I could not. Like saying "sorry" and making you mean it.I'm babbling now. ..Hi!
Did we fail this lifetime?
Missed the "calendar" part, but I wouldn't call being able to lock my fingers with yours a failure. Still, despite the the distance and the chains, you remain to be my happy thought. Every damn day.
"...because we never stop silently loving those who we once loved out loud."
In my world you are not loved in silence. I try my best to manipulate each conversation until your name is cautiously uttered by those I dearly love. I must say I love hearing your name. Like being home, even for just a fraction of a second.
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