Vanish

Rain.

Momentary rush of happiness, soon followed by anxiety.

Something is wrong.

Something unknown. Mysterious, but all around.

Lightning. Thunder. Beauty only some can truly appreciate.

Soft drops on my skin, leaving a burning sensation of cold in their place.

My heart is pounding. The air is rushing.

Questions are asked. No answer is given.  All sense has faded.

Danger is all around us. The sensation unmistakable.

I close my eyes. Willing for it to go away as I shiver it off.

I awake in a dry, warm room.

Right where I started.

Thunder.


A/N: Just an idea I had for a short story, but it came and went very quickly and I didn't have a chance to really think it through and write it. So I wrote the impressions it left me.

Making Fudge

So you know how everyone has a certain something, that describes them entirely? Perhaps a piece of clothing, a purse, their shoes... You can tell almost everything about someone just by looking at one thing: their wallet. I have always had this really strange and absurd desire to look through stray wallets. I say stray, because I'm not a pickpocket. I don't go up to people, take their wallet and look through it. It's just in those odd occasions where they'll leave their wallet on the grass while they go play a game, or they give the wallet to me or (anyone around me, really) for safe keeping. I go through it. Now, I guess in a way this is really an invasion of privacy... but only for this reason, the fact that anything you find in there will show what kind of person they are. In the many wallets I have found, only a couple have gotten upset at me for doing it, and one of them was because I found birth control inside... It was quite an interesting find. The other person got upset because simply because he didn't really like me much. So invading his personal space wasn't welcome. Everyone else has (mostly) been fine with it though.
In my wallet... you'll find a guitar pick, my keys, my credential for school, money (sometimes), and my headache pills. Along with a few business cards I've picked up along the way. It's not much, but if you'll notice, it all says something about me.
The most interesting finds I have found in wallets other than the previous one I mentioned have been pop can opener things (jeez, there was this one girl that literally had like 20 of those. It was ridiculous), concert tickets, love notes, extra battery for their cell phones, and quite a few other things.

That's my bit for now. I have more to talk about it but I ought to go, I'm on the phone... o-o

Dream to fly

Have you ever felt like a story will write itself?
Or like a painting is drawn on it's own?
How about a dance, where your feet are moving all by themselves?

Inspiration is drawn by any surrounding. It moves through the air, it is in the aroma of a rose, the beauty, the crimson tint. The laughter, the love, the smiles. The sadness, the loneliness, the tears. If you're given inspiration, don't let it go. You don't know when you'll be given it again. It comes and goes as it wishes, similar to the flight of a butterfly, or a thunder storm during a drought. But it is a beautiful thing.

The rubber band on my wrist says it all: Happiness.

41 days. Almost, my love.

Blind

There's something missing. Something in the air... a scent, a breeze, a sound. Nothing is the way it should be. I turn my head, gazing in every direction, trying to hear as far as I can. The jagged rocks of the mountains around me pierce through the sky with a forbidding aura that makes me want to flee, but a promise had been made. I continue to walk forward, step by step, thorns piercing my now callused skin, rocks embedding themselves in my makeshift shoes. The clothes I have are only scraps. Ripped apart by the force of nature and time. My skin is now dark, colored by the heat of the sun. My hair is white, bleached, ripped, tangled to the point where I knew of no other alternative than to take my own knife to it. My eyes have long lost any sight to them, a pale blue similar to that of a cloudy day has taken place of any specs of color. I could feel no pain, only fear. I could no longer see, but I could hear. The strange colors of my imagination had replaced those of reality. The sounds in my mind, and the rustling all around me kept me company on my journey. A promise. One that bound me by faith, by morals. I continued forward, nearing the base of the mountain, I could feel other presences around me. A snake, a hawk, scorpions, and... the one thing I came for. I could feel it just beyond the reach of my fingertips. A strange energy pulsing from the only thing that could make this all worth it. A reason for the dry blood on the soles of my feet and arms. The blindness in my eyes, the pain I could no longer feel. I could almost touch it... suddenly an unrecognizable rustling sounded next to my feet, I swung my wrist behind me, hoping to protect myself from this strange presence. I hit air, but I could feel something there. An aura at my feet, rising to meet my knees and slowly continuing towards my waist. I try to run, but it has me entrapped, I cannot move, I cannot speak. My voice has no power, no strength. I can feel all energy in me weakening as this air rising like steam envelopes me. I can almost forget why I was here. Then I remember... it was a promise. A promise I almost kept. My knees crash to the ground as I can feel a last tear fall down my cheek, and then, I can see.

A/N: Again... strange, unexplainable inspiration.

An Easy, Peaceful Feeling.

The gentle touch of your fingertips on my eyelids. Shutting them closed with a fragility similar to that of a rose petal. No one else around me can feel me just as you can. Gone, and yet still here. Nothing around me is as it was only a few days ago. A scent, unmistakably that of lilies fills the air. A chosen couple walk up the small steps, my sister, and her lover. A short speech, heartfelt words and silent tears are exchanged between the two and the small audience. I reach out my hand, and touch my sisters shoulder. A small breeze rushes towards her as she looks in my direction, her eyes grasping to see what isn't there. Another hand in hers pulls her away from me, and towards the rest of the people. I glance over to where you are, just as you raise your head and look at me. Straight at me. I smile, a small, peaceful smile.

A/N: Really strange inspiration hit me tonight, and I didn't know how to direct it... then I got this really [strange] idea that started flowing just as I wrote the first couple words. I don't know what it is, or what it means. But, there you have it.

Forever May You Run

Take it easy on yourself
Some sounds of yesterday
The ghost of you dancing in the hallway

Lunar to base
Let's get this on
The kids have gone mad
They've been insane all along

Forever may you run

You don't deserve to get lost
Soon will come the waves will stop
The still of the night
Sitting amps in the half line
May your struggles all be one

Forever may you run

I'm walking into the end
I got nowhere left to go
I get so in between
Didn't make it to the disco
The president's in bed
They're trying to find a king
Buddha here is busy
Jesus wasn't in

There is snow over the road
We'll have to wait before we go
Let the heat come in
Where you end I begin

Forever may you run

Did it all to yourself