silence.I am a man of many deaths.silence.4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
It is why I sit on this stone in the land of death. Or rather, the land of corpses and caskets. Of harrowing nightmares and buckets of sorrow.
Oh, who am I kidding?
It is the most wonderful place on this planet. It is a place where lucky ones can get some true sleep. It is where I sit now and wait to be carried away, only to be refused.
So I sit. And wait.
It was only ten years ago that I first discovered the beauty of listening. Can you hear it?
It's a song that I long to hear on those nights when my head is a troubled sea spilling into my room. That is quite something to clean up, let me tell you. I must wash those images from my ceiling, the walls, as I topple out of bed and try not to spill my thoughts all over the floor. It is too hard for me to collect them again.
But if you really listen
You can hear her laugh.
Some people laugh like bells. Others, like cows. I am thankful that she is not of the latter, but I
Elizabeth Passion.The trees fell over, and the stars took their business elsewhere. And they decided it was not meant to be, because they only knew how to love in between trees and underneath the laughing stars.Elizabeth Passion.4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
"Hello Wesley. Are you here to stay?"
"No Passion, no. I'm not."
"Then please do not call me Passion."
"Elizabeth, I'm trying. I am."
He was trying to walk away from the dark forest, he was trying to see the stars with someone else, but it was useless. Without Passion, Wesley will always be useless. He was useless.
Elizabeth's mother named her after a song by Kiss, she always said it wasn't fair that she was named with someone else in mind. A lot of things weren't fair for Elizabeth (Passion) Wilson, her mother finally got around to telling her that her father isn't her father on Thanksgiving, when she was 15. And, it hurt. That's when she started going by Passion, because at least P