Where was I on the night of December 7?

[KirbyVictorious]

Out of my mind? *shrug*

I can't say that this DIDN'T happen...but it didn't happen like this. Much. Sortofkindofmaybealotbutnotreallyatall.

ANyway:


An afternoon spent laughing, dancing, in awe of Northern Lights, in which neither tries to think the word “love.”
And I do love.
Love: deep affection, as of that between friends, parents, or protector and protected.
Flirt here, touch there. Dinner and a movie. Stars shyly peek between the clouds and the smog.
I shiver—your jacket? For me?
No thank you.
My mind is on another face, a boy in the sun. The thought is as warm as ice.

I know it’s wrong. But the feel of heaviness melting away, of my heart swelling and beating again, whole and full of love, is addicting.
I’ve only ever been addicted to two things in my life:
Fantasy, grand escapism, reading and writing of epic tales,
And love.

When the addiction is sound and sure, it cannot fade. The craving is insatiable.
Alcohol can be found in the drugstore on the corner of my street.
Cigarettes, beside the liquor.
Drugs from kids at school—I know how to make meth—easy, if not cheap.
Books from the library, sit and read all day until I fall asleep.
Write until my hand is numb. Lose myself in the scratches of the pen.
But love?
From where? From who?
When one source falls, where do I turn?
Turn to betrayal,
Choose between what I want,
And what’s right.

A choice then.
But my choice?
No.

A note slipped in a bewildered hand.
He waits until he gets home to read:

“I can’t keep doing this.
I’d just be using you.
But I really need…someone. It’s been really tough lately, and it won’t get any better.
It’s your call.
If you don’t know what I’m talking about, then I’m back where I started.
But if you do, please let me know.
I’m sorry.”

So I wait,
The cell phone my umbilical cord.
Will I hear it ring?
Yes.

“I don’t know what you mean….

…but I’m here for you.”

I grimace with a smile.
Loving should be a sin.  

[in the flicker.]

that's pretty flippin sweet.

i can relate.  

[UsakoTenshi]

The last line wins me over. heart

Only thing I think there might have been a mistake on was

The cell phone my umbilical cord.
Will I hear it ring?

You need a....Uhg, I think it's called 'preposistion' between phone and my....I'm not quite sure Dx But I think you're missing a word there.

 

[KirbyVictorious]

Thanks ^^

OUkow--I did that on purpose.  

[UsakoTenshi]

Ah, okay. 3nodding  

[Voxxx]

surprised I know where you were on the night of December Seventh!


... But I won't spoil the fun.  

[BlackHawkGS]

The cell phone my umbilical cord.

Why did I have the urge to laugh at that line... xd Though it works well.

This is pretty biggrin

You need to stop writing Ametris and do more writing like this!

*Death stare from Kirby*

O.O... kidding...  

[KirbyVictorious]

*kraaaahiiissssssslalkejrsehikusdf*

*death*

Go read Ametris, now.

And I thought it was kinda pretty too, but I like the other rant better.  

[NovaKing]

BlackHawkGS

The cell phone my umbilical cord.

Why did I have the urge to laugh at that line... xd Though it works well.

This is pretty biggrin

You need to stop writing Ametris and do more writing like this!

*Death stare from Kirby*

O.O... kidding...

Your analogies and medaphores have always been great kirbs.

...Also I agree with Hawk.

[-cackles and runs-][only joking][But seriously, you should write more poetry][and shorts]  

[Kurai_kotori]

The cell phone umbilical cord was definitely a lol worthy line. Hehe, so, an interesting day to be sure.  

[KirbyVictorious]

it was true though. That's what it felt like--a lifeline to a helpless little pokey thing.