Some writings/drabbles I’ve done :) (writing storage)

[AlexWolfsbane]

I wrote these a while ago. Would love to hear opinions/reviews/criticisms if any Thank you!

(P.S. If these seem familiar, I have posted these on AO3 + Wattpad before.)

[AlexWolfsbane]

Brevity is a friend of mine 【ａｍｏｒ】

Her hair in the sunlight. The soft light hitting them in all the right places. Her rosy cheeks giving way to the most beautiful of smiles.

I hold her hand and she holds it back. Admiration. Love. My beloved, the best of them, of all.

Unspoken words but loud actions give affection equal. We speak no words but love.

We speak and act different loves. But love is an equal language. Some are natives while others their second language.

I connect her forehead with mine softly. Thud. We smile. And look back to our surroundings.

The pinks and yellows melding together in a cacophony yet they are so harsh yet so quiet. The clouds are calming, shapes of many and reflecting the sky.

Brevity is a friend of mine.

[AlexWolfsbane]

Roughly 2 a.m. in the morning and I awaken.

Someone is only formed when the lights contained within us erupt into our consciousness, forming humanity and men alongside it.

It is the birth of creation and the death of many, living inside and outside.

But when they aren't there, your heart will not break but only shatter. So many years will be taken to heal it, only leaving one to ponder of that someone who will be willing to get through you and tread through that glass.

The walls you put up cannot be seen through. They are not clear. They are opaque enough to let day turn into night. Haven't they left you enough? Their absence is nothing. You lied.

The effort for us to have taken to destroy our past selves and emerge anew. The you of the present. Will I be here? Am i still the same? Am I …

‘me'?

Even if you aren't the same person you were years ago, that won't change you. Because the future and past are things we have experienced and soon will. But sometimes it is better for us to focus on our present.

Because only yearning for the future and remembering the pasts, will lead you astray and mad.