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june 9th, 2005as a little girl, i often dreamt of rooms made of music, of voices coming alive and laughter being something that could never be restrained. i dreamt of black hair and a hand holding mine, of being so real inside that it made me raw and feel that i was glowing in the dark. i recall hopscotching on graves, having no real intention or care about finding joy above the flesh and bones that have long since passed by. i dreamt of the only thing that i am familiar with now - i dreamt of being happy with a life, a thing that seemed alien to everyone i had met. i had a pact with myself to never allow romance and moonlight to morph into the dreads of sjune 9th, 2005
by ~stacieisthename
december 15, 2005i'm walking through the churchyard, leaves are scattering about my feet again. these leaves fall and scatter with no real destination, and in some strange way, i feel that i connect with them and their careless journey. i allow the wind to style my hair because on days like today, mother nature is such a beautician. i feel it being thrown around in the air behind me, a soft blur of deep brown. all is still and unreal, but the wind gives life to everything. it gives life and it takes away life, the green from the trees and the lush from the ground. a cold is coming like you wouldn't believe, but there's always a promise of new life, of new vivdecember 15, 2005
by ~stacieisthename
may 7th, 2005i step outside and witness the birth of such a bright day. the overnight rain has turned everything into gold, the sun makes the land glitter and shine. some times, it feels nice to be barefooted, the cool ground and this smell of bad weather. although the summer is near, the pavement still feels as if it was still a fair autumn day. i look up at that neverending grey, and it strangely makes me happy. "this must be what it's like," i thought, "to finally arrive at a peace that fear is foreign and even darkness has its shades of light." the storm has splashed the world with a kind of clarity that has not been felt in months, and i felt free fomay 7th, 2005
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- Current Residence: bonifay, florida
- Interests: ballroom dancing, laughing, writing, cats, cold weather, madonna, coffee, dijarums
- Favourite movie: lost in translation, vanilla sky, amelie, the gladiator, cinderalla man
- Favourite band or musician: bob dylan, the descendents, rilo kiley, social d, onelinedrawing, at the drive in, the doors
- Favourite poet or writer: t. s. eliot, bob dylan
- Favourite game: cartoon freeze tag
- Personal Quote: keep on keeping on - bob dylan
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as a little girl, i often dreamt of rooms made of music, of voices coming alive and laughter being something that could never be restrained. i dreamt of black hair and a hand holding mine, of being so real inside that it made me raw and feel that i was glowing in the dark. i recall hopscotching on graves, having no real intention or care about finding joy above the flesh and bones that have long since passed by. i dreamt of the only thing that i am familiar with now - i dreamt of being happy with a life, a thing that seemed alien to everyone i had met. i had a pact with myself to never allow romance and moonlight to morph into the dreads of sunlight and dirty dishes. isn't it strange how you recall things like this? i remember wondering on this exact day last year where i would be. i have always wondered about the december to come. i don't really know why. maybe because a kiss occured in a december long ago that changed everything.
during the little hours of those december mornings, the redlights seemed to always be green. the city did not rise until the invasion of a new dawn, until the sunlight hit the pavement and blinded the townspeople to their wake through curtainless windows. we could have driven forever and still ended up where we began - on his side of town. it always seems colder there in that darkness of dirt roads, silence, and button up shirts. our skin so lovesick that every touch felt softer than before. am i making any sense?
i still reach for the world with no real reason and fill my lungs with the sweetest of air. i just like to spin around and fall into the earth, smiling and laughing at the spinning sky above me. some times that feels good. you need to keep childish tendencies because you should never forget your youth. you should never forget what it felt like to be free of absolutely any care.
of course, i'm not going to let these days escape my mind. coffee every morning and by night, the same set of brown and green eyes that have fallen upon me for so long that the colors brown and green will always be symbolic of him. the laughter, the friends, and the memories, and the hope that they will return. the strength to carry on in our youthful ways when all things go to hell. staying up so much that sleep is a foreign place. when every song and place in town is some screaming reminder of such a time well spent. how can anyone not enjoy life?
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