Funeral / Friend
Glasses / Grace / Graduate
Happy birthday to you
It's not about fightingIt’s about talking, I promise.It's not about fighting by ragged-ashes
I wouldn’t trust my word either, but would you
Trust my fire?
Turn back and give in
Turn your back and give me
Your land; your souls; your heart
It’s not about taking them back
100 ARDrabble::67Percent::100 ARDrabble::67Percent:: by AkuRoku
It's been so long since you left.
I can only barely remember you now. Only bits and pieces of memory that return every once in awhile. Slowly degrading over time like the shores of the lake where the sand still bears the imprint of our bodies, entwined there. A word, a smell, a sight that reminds me of you. But every few days I am sure, another disappears, and when that sight comes about again it is nothing more than a pretty flower or a strangely-shaped cloud.
I still remember your eyes, as blue as the ocean would have been did the sun ever shine. I remember we went, once, to the Destiny Islands—like the water there. Your eyes looked as though someone had scooped the water from that sea and poured it into them. Swimming with color and light, and yet, so deep that one could drown in them.
I always did.
And the color of your hair, and its softness—I remember that. I remember how it looked when it tumbled together with mine as we lay together, the way the red mixed with gold and it all s