Just not the flare of this craving in return,
Wanting more of the soft sensations of your lips.
And never did I expect you to taste so good,
As if nothing else seemed to exist for a moment but you,
The love I can feel in you and the denial that I couldn't possibly love you more.
And your whispers unexpectedly made me think of scented oil,
Leaving me day dreaming of caressing you,
And realizing it's how your voice always makes me feel.
And suddenly I couldn't remember why.
It was like nothing else mattered,
Nothing but this feeling in its place.
I sometimes reread all the love notes you gave me when I feel this way,
Count all the times you could've missed me.
Day dream of all the times I dreamed about you,
And I've never dreamed about anyone as much as you.
So sometime I want to touch you in a small way every time I see you during the day,
Just to tease you, and know you'll think of me all the same.
But for now I only wish to savor your lips,
And this feeling surging unexpectedly from my chest.
Naruto eyed her reproachfully, wringing out his orange jacket. "My fault? If you hadn't gone missing in the first place, none of this would have happened!" He turned away from her, too aggravated to pursue conversation. Ino hade always been a bit ego central, but the fact that she was soaked from head to toe with nothing to change into made her even crankier than usual. Naruto himself was in a sour mood, also being wet, cold and hungry. He sighed, rubbing his empty stomach. To think this all started as a simple exercise.
Silver: Mrmm mermmr MMRRERMMM murmmm... TT
Rouge: ... What'd he say, Blaze?
Blaze: Don't worry, I speak idiot. He said "This is gonna REEEEEEEEEEALLY hurt when it comes off."
(We interrupt this crudely thought up script about Shadows Sleepover to bring you a news flash. Blaze the Cat is adding translations. She will be adding a translation from Idiot to English in parenthesis when the need be. Thank you, and have a nice muffin.)
Rouge: Oh, well, yes, it will. ^^
Silver & Shadow: 0.o()
(Once again, we interrupt this script to bring you news that there was a typo in the last interruption. It should actually say, Thank you and have a nice cup of shut the strewth up. But, oh well. If youre hungry rather than thirsty, you can still have the muffin.)
Rouge: Okay Blaze, got the markers?
Blaze: (*holds up marker box with an evil smile*) Yup!! ^^
Shadow: O.O MRMM!! MRRM MUUUUURM
I'm not sure you know what that means.
To you the very word of "justice" suggests that:
Those who do not comply are simply targets to be broken.
Those who do not agree with you, must always be denied.
Those who have the greatest freedom are chained and made to kneel.
And those who choose to fight are labeled 'incarnates of evil'.
Doesn't it all sound a little familiar?
I think it does...
So tell me, oh great hero,
Having fought monsters like me for so many years...
How does it feel to have finally become one?
My eyes taking me around like a cloud.
To the right- a woman in a tutu swirling
I wasnt the only one, fifty others were watching, enjoying!
How did she get all that attention? Mere dance?
Or did she cast a spell to steal a glance?
To the left- My ears then distracted me-
To the sound of a child laughing uncontrollably.
How does this innocence exist in this world of cruelty?
How can he smile like that? How can he be so carefree?
Now to the left my sight caught hers
Beautiful, blue-green windows to the universe!
Beautiful, eccentric, exotic pair of eyes,
Why dont I own such powerful lens that can see through lies?
I then look ahead, a group of friends
Lost in their own world of fun and contend.
They are true to themselves, never have to pretend
Because thats their world right there, the beginning, the end.
Im surrounded by people, people happier and better than me,
Why dont i have that?
Her skill, his innocence, their bond,
This was a question you'd asked yourself many times before but still you found yourself asking it again with the same anxiety plaguing your heart as the first time you asked it.
You looked over at the man next to you who was currently telling you how things were going in his country; after all you had asked and yet you weren't really listening. You felt kind of selfish. This guy was always going through quite a bit and he really deserved some genuine attention, especially from you, his best friend. Yet you were far more concerned right now with confessing to him
"What? Oh sorry, Estonia. What now?" you somewhat coughed out.
"I was just asking what you thought about all of this." Eduard clarified.
"Oh! Well I think it's great!" you laughed.
You felt your heart sink and your stomach tense at Estonia's expression of confusion.
"You think that Russia's exceptional abuse that's been
what i really wanted to ask is: are you still writing?
yes, i know. life always seems to get in the way, doesn't it? school work, family, friends, bills, anything and everything. it always seems like you have no time left to write, doesn't it? and then when you finally sit down in that moment when you do have a breather, you find yourself drifting off to do other things instead.
so my advice to you, dear, is to keep on writing. no matter what.
write about anything. anything you want. anything which makes you think, even just for a second. things which make you happy. things which make you want to scream into your pillow until you fall asleep from the exhaustion. things which make you feel. if even if the feelings come out all jumbled and messy and raw a
It is said that the most beautiful stories are born and die into dreams -
Ours could have been born in the shade of a moonset, lighted by a firefly sky,
On a sea so calm that you could hear it beat and feel its warmth;
And I would have braved storms to hoist the sail of our history,
Braved the streams bruised by our grieves, wrecked every reefs scented
Of the sweet aroma of temptation.
We got lost forever in the forest of oblivion
Where the leftover of our promises rot on the ground littered with corpses,
Where the roots of our world still strive to belt out,
Where desperate leaves attempt to overcome Autumn's scythe -
The only oxygen these trees breathe out is the fragrance of our wandering souls.
Rien d'autre ne comptait
On dit que les plus belles histoires naissent et meurent dans les rêves -
La nôtre aurait pu naître à l