He locked his eyes on her
strangled his insecurities
his hands touched her hair
and twisted it.
It bounced back and forth
as in a feather
as in his love to her
It was if they danced in
an ocean of light
and dots formed themselves
into big round suns
following them while they danced
they were the universe
Her smile matched the harmony
of their surroundings
in the ocean of light
and he couldn't doubt her anymore.















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There's more to living than being alive.
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Asking sleepy tendrils of smoke to weave their fingers about my face and with gentle pressure, glue my eyelids closed.
I wasn't sure.
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There's more to living than being alive.
And Im pretty particular about literature.
I understand how you feel, though. Literature is so much more personal than photographs or manips. Its a chunk of you, of your very essence, and you are letting other people experience it, thereby exposing it to the elements.
And therefore, its one of the best feelings when someone likes your writing, because it is you.
And I can truthfully say that I adore this piece
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"Rage, rage against the dying of the light"
-Dylan Thomas
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and thank you so much
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There's more to living than being alive.
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"Rage, rage against the dying of the light"
-Dylan Thomas
Gallery: [link]
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