by SnowFiery » Tue Jan 28, 2014 5:31 pm
Sapphire smiled and kissed him back "I love you to" she stretched her limbs as she sat up, collecting her clothes and dressing. Once finished she glanced back, her eyes stopping on the head board as a loud laugh left her lips "my goodness" she said as she observed the deep gash of claw marks that stretched across the middle of it
(I had an internal mental battle on weather to post this or not. I'm still not sure, but I'm posting it anyway cause I think it'll be funny)
Who are you, really? You are not a name or a height, or a weight or a gender. You are not an age and you are not where you are from. You are your favorite books, and the songs stuck in your head
You are your thoughts
And what you eat for breakfast on Saturday mornings. You are a thousand things, but everyone chooses to see the million things that you are not. You are not where you are from, you are where you're going, and I'd like to go there, too.
Everyone who terrifies you is seventy-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but
Nothing is infinite, not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.