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39. moon touchI love to watch her Sol awaken. Her turquoise complexion pales to alabaster and her face arches into a half-sickle, looking for all the world like a crescent moon, until soft muscles snap back into place. Then those nebula eyes crack open as she blinks leftover stardust away, midnight-blue sprinkling her cheeks. She never notices me at first because it takes her at least a candle-length to pull out of the ebb and flow of slumber. I wish so badly to see her Sul, to touch her night-self, the enigma she becomes upon slipping into slumber.39. moon touch
Now we sit together underneath the twilight sky. Stars twist and turn rhythmically, like a nest
by ~suicidalmoon
37. OPEN YOUR EYES37. EYES37. OPEN YOUR EYES
The Lexus sliced through the velvet night like an ebony bullet, miles vanishing beneath spinning wheels and distance vanquished by a twenty-five horsepower engine. The hushed night beyond the tinted windows was offset by our raucous conversation and the laughter that flowed unbidden like rushing meteors. “Mrs. Becky, it's a new age! There's no more room for racism or discrimination or old prejudices!” I exclaimed, leaning forward and venting to the back of her seat.
“Yeah, yeah,” she brushed me off. Her sleek car slid into the driveway and I caught sight of the same blue house hulking ove
by ~suicidalmoon
26. scream for a better world26. TEARS26. scream for a better world
they trail from nightmare-ridden eyes like dead leaves shaken from their loose hold by Winter's unrelenting pull. you cup them in your hands, every last drop as if it is immortality draught, until an ocean has pooled in your palms to drown an entire world and submerge mountain peaks. you and her seek catharsis in the velvet folds of lapis lazuli nights with whispered secrets and candlelit promises, but nothing ever halts the flood of crystals that tumble from geode hearts. she offers only you glimpses of what stirs behind her stone face and &n
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| I am dynamic; human; cell division cell division. You cannot describe a dynamic human in words; cells are constantly dividing; bodies changing; minds reshaping; essences remolding. I'm afraid of dying; being alone; being forgotten. There is something irresistible about a LOST CAUSE; wish I could SURRENDER. |
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- Current Residence: somewhere beautiful in my mind
- Interests: the world, strangers, night skies, smiles, afraid, moon phases, Mercury, butterflies and the sea
- Favourite artist: ~Haraharahara
- Skin of choice: pale
- Personal Quote: prick the skin above the naevus of "LOST CAUSE" and beneath the tattoo of "SURRENDER&
- Tools of the Trade: inspiration
- AIM: silverSTREAMERS9
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