Just A Little Bit Colder

The night grew hollow with every passing hour. As the black deepened, the air grew colder. The wind and the leaves whispered together, the stars peering down and trying to listen to their hushed conversation. I shuddered, wondering where the moon went.

My friends beside me were loud and boisterous, a shocking disturbance in the otherwise silent world. We smelled of campfire and off bugspray, a delightful combination. The intoxicating atmosphere hindered our awareness, and we were vulnerable victims of whatever predator lurked about us.

Summer Nostalgia

The golden tongues of flame lick the wood, curling underneath the diminishing logs. Heat radiates, expanding ever outward towards the horizon and beyond. The gray smoke spirals around my face, its scent lingering on my shirt and in my hair. I've never smelt anything better.

The marshmallow that alights on my metal prong before me melts, getting gooier that one could have hoped. Quickly, so that it doesn't blacken, I blow away the fire, casting it out of existence. As I slide the marshmallow onto the graham cracker and smother it with chocolate and another cracker, I look up and I catch your eye. You grin at me and throw your arms up to the sky.

The young man sitting beside me is playing a guitar, and I recognize the melody he picks up easily. As the group begins to sing along, the first glowing ball of fire is catapulted, where it explodes into colorful, burning stars that disperse into a black, velvet sky.

The sound of freedom is close at hand, the cacophony thrown about the lake and echoing off the shores, like thunder.

My hunger for summer is strong, and I long for its warm embrace of opportunity.

Wouldn't it be easier to say good bye?

I'm not sitting here, doing nothing. I'm hurtling around a star at 70,000 miles per hour. That, sir, pure brilliance.

Listening Is Harder Than It Looks

When you ask a question, you may not get the answer you were hoping for... and if you don't hear an answer, then you're probably listening wrong.

You can't wait for the answer you WANT to hear, because chances are you won't hear it.

I Had Something Really Cool to Share

I forgot what I was going to say.

Ashes, Ashes

Then we all fall down.
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The taste of each word, the way it rolls off my tongue. That's what makes my world spin 'round.

The sight of each person, the way they all act. That's what drives me insane.

The sound of my thoughts, they way they bounce off the walls. That's what keeps me up at night.

The smell of the rain, the way it entices my nose. That's what puts a smile on my face.

The feel of your skin, the way your hand warms my hand. That's what makes my heart flutter.

There's Everything to Say

Her heart rested in her palm. She looked at it with disgust. To her, this bloody lump was a broken play thing, and it expired long ago. She threw it at a gray wall, as hard as she could; painting it with her soul. That was the end of everything.
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The world is just a gray blur. There's no color anywhere. Where did it all go? What happened to that precious rainbow?

It was the only thing pretty, and now it's gone. Strange to think how the string can just snap, and soon enough you're lost in the bottom of an endless pit. No light, no sound, no feeling. In a way, it's blissful. When I'm numb like this, it's easy to pull back, let go, and turn away. Maybe when I climb out again, I'll end up somewhere else...

And then I remember you, and there's no place I'd rather be but up there again. You made me smile for the first time since returning home. Thanks.