DanaFruit

what is it like to love someone under the sun? to feel bones on bones and flesh on melting flesh; but at that moment you just don't give a damn, 'cause you're freaking happy. you're really fucking happy. what is it like to melt together like a glacier? or did you forget that you'll be swallowed up by the sea? they'll see your best features, the two of you, up against the cold waters. happy. true. love. young. lie. they're blind though. very blind. they're blind because they can't see below the cold, arctic water. they just see the top - gold, shimmering, pure and innocent, but they don't see below the water. they don'

I hate it when people leave nothing but an empty space and dim memories. I hate it when you realize that something is gone for good but you can't wrap your mind around it. I hate human psychology.

hi. i'm simple. and i'm plain. and i'm not that different from you. and them. all of them. we are alike. very similar. that's just what we are. but people say that we're too different and we bring grief, and death, no hope. but what do those people really mean? i don't think they know themselves because in the end, wherever that is we're still human. flesh. blood. organs. brains. we're still beautiful. are we?

i am wild nights and chocolate covered strawberries. sweet whipped cream and candy apples. you are are fragment of my imagination that lingers incomplete. i vowed to piece you together. someday. we are the stars in the night sky, sewn upon a midnight blue; two scintillating points of love and hope. sometimes i wonder if you are looking at the moon when i am, or are you simply burning an old flame? i wish i saved those millisecond snapshots and empty packs of cigarettes so i could glue them side by side into a timeline of our lives. beginning. middle. end.