Notice of absence from clarity by me
crimson red is the color I see, i gentle my hands as I watch it drip, creeping through the pocket of my denim. As thick as it is, can never be enough for them, try to maintain but can only feel the pain. Longing is comforting, yet yearning is the beach at night, waves flowing, no light but the seeping shine from a lantern. Not enough, so it’s my turn, have to earn it. I can’t wait to leave. The light bends as it goes out. It’s light and I end.
crimson red is the color I see, i gentle my hands as I watch it drip, creeping through the pocket of my denim. As thick as it is, can never be enough for them, try to maintain but can only feel the pain. Longing is comforting, yet yearning is the beach at night, waves flowing, no light but the seeping shine from a lantern. Not enough, so it’s my turn, have to earn it. I can’t wait to leave. The light bends as it goes out. It’s light and I end.
the night time arrives, car starts up, smell of gasoline. smiles that don’t exist, eyes gazed of the two.
nothing can break it, nothing can take it apart. only they know how strong it is.
it’s here. what is dreamed of stands, only two who love. they’ve been there all along, who will go first? trust is not phased.
if only it was real.
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riri (Pseudonym) (
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Memories, fantasies, who knows what is real. Nicely written
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