: ... :I am colored with honor at your words. You praise me as I am for my humble thoughts though I am merely a simple minded person.: ... : by Kiruame
A simple minded individual, perhaps, with not an open mind, but an open heart?
To nurture any thought that deserves consideration...
It is like being a carrot among pumpkins, but I speak of more than density, mass and color; I speak of content as well.
What more can I say?
: Guess Who :There is a sinking in my chest that I cannot fathom. I've felt you long ago, my dear old friend, when the wind first began to blow. And the crickets first began to chirp and the owls hoot their haunting song. Yet I was not afraid like I am now. Why are you back? I do not know.: Guess Who : by Kiruame
You crush my ribs and make my heart burst. Heat seeps throughout my upper body, its valence painfully slow. I grasp and clutch and cough and sputter and yet, there is no damage. What are you doing to me, my dear friend? I thought that I loved you but you blinded me; I believed you to be something that would make me happy but instead you totally and utterly broke me.
Look at me: a florescent skeleton lying on the cold stone ground in the patch of moonlight that is my only hope for warmth. I am barely alive, barely breathing and yet my heart still goes on. As does the bleeding... And the coughing... And the suffering.....
And there I lay naked as you stand in the shadowy corner, no face to look at, no being to curs
Nearly UnlikelyLate in the night, a slender figure wound her way throughout the trees. Not a sound was made as she stepped on the twigs and dead leaves. It was if she was a ghost. Her complexion seemed to agree with that statement. Pale yet glowing skin, coal colored eyes and pitch hair. The flowing ivory dress trailed off into delicate material that convinced one to think of mist. But of course she was as real as the family sleeping in the nearest house which happened to be what she was leaving. She wasn't seeking refuge in another place because of some family incident. She was looking for someone. She didn't consider him as something like most people would because time had taught her that he was another being sent by Him in another form. The most poignant part is the fact that people thought him to be a serial killer. They fainted on sight and most of the time, died from fright. Yet she wasn't afraid; she was entranced. Mystified by the unusual being that roamed the earth in a formal attire thoughNearly Unlikely by Kiruame