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Sepia The night was young and the golden rays of the sun were gently dying down. The moon had already come up, the silver slowly winning over the gold. The traffic was as hectic as usual but the scooter I was on managed to weave past easily, a turn here and a turn there. The wind blew so fiercely that it blew all the strands of hair out of my face and managed to get my eyes red and teary. This always happened to me, on a two wheeler and there I am, tears running down my face, sensitive eyes I guess, but it always felt weird, wiping your eyes every time you got down. And here I was, tears streaming down my face, on the back of a pink colored Dio, feSepia by ~Hazeltons
Someday the Dream Will End "Hold on"Someday the Dream Will End by ~Hazeltons
He held her hand softly in his caressing her softness. He didn't want to see her like this, he didn't like he decorated all around with wires and tubes. She stirred in her sleep, adjusting her head in the position most comfortable. He wanted her to open her eyes, to take a look at him one last time before she left. He wanted to see her smile, one smile that would last an eternity. He didn't want to see her in pain, he just wanted to see her smile. Just for once.
He wondered why God was so unfair? What did God get by making others cry? Why was it that he loved taking a part of people's heart with him? Why did God give happines
Scribbles And in the end you find how everything agrees with you, how everything complements everything that you are and everything that you had been. In the end, everything adorns you and you become perfect. Everything calls to you, everything beckons and you comply. You feel eternal and purified, washed away of all your sins. And then you look back, to everything that will leave a hole in you, leave you empty but you're bound to indulge in things that'll fill you up and the hole will have no significance anymore.Scribbles by ~Hazeltons
The Festival The night was dark, the night was quiet. The moon hung itself high up on his throne and the stars blinked from behind her. The lights were out again and the darkness had won over, the moon illuminating everything with its silvery glow. Inside the thick layer of buildings, no traffic noises dared to penetrate and inside this quiet street, no urban sounds existed. The birds had already gone off to their respective nests, warming up little eggs or snoozing off with their little ones. There were insects though, the slight sound of crickets hung in the air. Nature had already gone to sleep and the ones awake were the creatures of the night. OccasiThe Festival by ~Hazeltons
Me? Those eyes can't be mine. The ones that stare into mine are blazed, in pain. Crimson with envy. What happened to me? I use to be happy, Content even. I use to be able to look in the mirror and not want to cry, I use to be able to pick up a knife and not cut myself. I use to normal.Me? by ~WritingTheWord
But, now here I stand looking straight at the mess I've become. I look down at my arm. 126. That's how many scars I've made. How many pieces I've torn myself into. The knife falls from my hand. Hitting the bathroom counter top with a light thud. Why do I do this to myself? Why do I cut? I ask my self these questions every single day of my life. But, I know the a
Things you don't notice... It's heartbreaking how we can't see behind the smiles. How every day we wake up and not notice the small changes. They laugh and smile like nothing has changed, but everything has. They fail to tell you the truth. Laughter isn't only the best medicine; it's also the best mask. You were close. You thought you knew the person like the back of your hand, but little did you know you were wrong. You see the changes but don't think anything about them. You hear the lies but don't take them into account. You see the pain and scars but treat them like a everything day thing. And when you finally notice, you discover it's too late.Things you don't notice... by ~WritingTheWord
They've snapped,
Sta.sh
I could adopt you....
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... I meant it like life...
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"I would like to paint the way a bird sings." - C. Monet
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I am Offline for about a month~
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i am currently staying in wonderland. you may see me under my sheets.
~ It's not lightning. They're just taking photos for Google Maps.
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Life is too short for drama and petty things,
so kiss slowly
love truly
What makes wishes come true is a trust of the heart!
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Out of my mind; back in five minutes
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My blog Wicked Ink
And thank you for the fav.
I watch you
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The flames and smoke climbed out of every window
And disappeared with everything that you held dear
And you shed not a single tear for the things that you didn't need
'Cause you knew you were finally free