"Mi Bella Princessa, your funny little dwarf will never dance again. It is a pity, for he is so ugly he might have made the King smile."

"But why will he not dance again?" asked the Infanta, laughing.

"Because his heart is broken," answered the Chamberlain.

And the Infanta frowned, and her dainty rose-leaf lips curled in pretty disdain. "For the ( Read more... )

"If you want a red rose," said the Tree, "you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart's-blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into my veins, and become mine ( Read more... )

"She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the Student; "but in all my garden there is no red rose."

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 checked in, sitting by the boarding gate. waiting for my flight home to some loving after a month of nothingness. YAY

two going on three weeks. the shadows loom around in my peripheral vision. against the walls, a quick flash across the ceiling. it's been nine months since the dark past got left behind. it replays in my head to the most cheerful songs. from the split second the artist inhales and the words 'I wish I could cross my arms ( Read more... )

 I seem to have lost the ability to filter reality from my imaginations. I do not write because I do not feel. I simply react and I am tired.
So, very tired. The daily chores still have to be done. Someone needs to snatch this bottle out of my hand. 

Tonight, the monsters will come out to play. Sleep will not come easy until it is time for them to return to their cages. The voices go on like a broken record. There was more words left unspoken then ever. The medium is tired, it cannot withstand the rejection. You have not advanced, neither have you withdrawn. The gates were left open and you ( Read more... )

I have seen you before. You were one of the faceless people I have seen in those haunting dreams. Should it excite me that I have seen you before and that I know you or should I be terrified of the million and one predicaments you could possibly land me in. I have felt you and seen through you. I know the actions just as the thoughts occur in your ( Read more... )

I doubt that I will ever get into another one of those soul-baring and dependable relationships. Finding someone with the ability to give as much as you do is the toughest thing. We're all too selfish, too hung up with our own needs and wants that we should not be permitted to raise adolescents who will grow only to become replicas with bar codes. ( Read more... )

What to be and what not to not? There's nothing much to it. U can be anyone, anything but when you're anyone or anything long enough, you lose yourself and what you used to be. when we meet someone, I've always felt that we give a bit of ourselves away. A tiny part that is supposed to be replaced by the part the other person gives of themselves. ( Read more... )