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It is December. I can't believe it came so fast.
I can barely remember some of the events that happened in December, but I love it all the same.
We are in your grandmother's kitchen. John Mayer is playing in my headphones, and your hands are in mine. "I'm going to teach you how to slow dance." I am overjoyed, but a little scared. I'm not at all for dancing, but you are patient. I keep stepping on your toes and I'm clumsy. But this is amazing. You make every fantasy a reality.
It is a few days before Christmas, now. It is time to exchange our Christmas gifts. I've put a lot of work into mine, but I am so excited to see what you've gotten me. The first gift is a small paper cube with pictures of us on each side. It is so well-thought out and it makes me really happy to know you cherish every memory as I do. The second gift is neatly wrapped and feels like plastic. I'm curious, and I rip off the paper gently. A pair of headphones is revealed, white with green rims. I am beaming.
We have a three-day weekend.
I am in the car with you, enjoying the music, excited for the adventure awaiting us. I've planned a beach day. It's beginning to be freezing temperatures, but this weekend is practically scorching compared to the weather we have had lately. I've got a nice green knapsack packed with cheese, crackers, bread, and all other kinds of stuff for a nice picnic on the beach. Except, you've changed the plans. Not wanting to be selfish, I sit in the car, expressionless, and accept the change of plans, although inside I want to burst into tears. We head into Ft. Pickens with your grandparents, and in the car I remain quiet and pissed. Even though I don't do well in hiding it, I'm doing the best I can, although you've already sensed something is wrong. We hop on the bikes and start to ride to the fort. I'm slowly beginning to fade from my angry mood, but it's still there. The air feels warm on my shoulders and face as I follow you on the bike. Thes
I feel indifferent. Man, these months go by so fast.
October is one of the best months of the year besides December. The summer warmth is fading away, and the air is starting to have a crisp, refreshing chill to it. And plus, it is going to be Halloween soon. I'm not much for dressing up a lot anymore, but it is always fun. October has gone by nicely, but today I am feeling lonely.I arrive to school without you, your warm hugs, your adorable voice, and your passionate kisses. Without your presence, I feel so strange. Nothing to look forward to throughout the day. And also, I was told you had a surprise for me today, but you never showed up! I am starting to get worried while sitting in History. It's easy to text in here, we have a sub. Turns out you slept late, and I am a bit upset, so I start to get flustered. I hate it. During break, it is nice to spend time with my friends, but I don't feel like myself without you.
It is Halloween day. The air is chilly and I am so excited
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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