Current Residence: second star to the right and straight on til morning.
Favourite genre of music: all. (except country. which should die a slow, painful death.)
Running AwayShe was running again, running through the downpour and running through the pain but mostly running away, away from him and his lies and his wonderful words and the way he caressed her cheek and breathed her name and the way he broke her in half. Her lungs burned from the effort of running and hatred. Her throat burned from the effort of holding back the tears. And then, as suddenly as they started, her feet stopped and her body lurched from the abruptness. There was a park bench a short two steps away and so she staggered towards it and sat, heavily, as if all of the burdens weighing her down fell onto the bench with her.Running Away by blusteryautumnbreeze
And then the tears came. Again, as they always did. There was always this fighting and this running and this crying and the eventually return and acceptance. She would apologize like she had done something wrong and he would graciously envelop her in his arms as if he was the kindest, most forgiving person in the world. He would never apologize. Why should he, when s
To be Wanted, to be UsedThere was something in the way he spokeTo be Wanted, to be Used by blusteryautumnbreeze
Symphony in his words
Magic in his fingertips
Kindness and pain in his eyes
He had felt much
And seen little
He was medicine to her
For a while.
Her broken mind
Her lonely heart
Then he was a parasite
Feeding off of her love
Off of her innocence
There was darkness for a long time
She forgot how to see the light
He tried to teach her, but
He didn't understand why she
Was so afraid.
Fear of everything.
Fear of him.
And he couldn't understand.
Another Time, Another PlaceAs they stood at the railing the lined the road, staring out into the water in a graceless cliché, she turned to look at him.Another Time, Another Place by blusteryautumnbreeze
“This has to be the end.” She said quietly. The corners of her eyes were wet, and her throat was raw from the effort of repressing her tears. “We can’t pretend this is nothing anymore.” The waves crashed against the side of the road, rhythmically and relentlessly, but they did not move the road. The tension hung between them like an unspoken injury, curling in and around them; both pulling them together and driving them apart.
“I don’t want to leave you.” He said, his jaw set, his gaze fixed on the horizon in a stalwart attempt to keep his emotions in check. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her arms cross, a nervous habit she had adopted from him.
“I know.” She said quietly, her angst tempered with sympathy. “But this can’t happen and we are incapable of…” Her v
Midnight RunJump City was never quiet, but at three in the morning there was an almost serene background noise that lent itself to the dark sky above. The hum of machinery, the crashing of waves, the stray car alarm, all collaborated for this beautiful night music. It was the perfect time for a run.Midnight Run by blusteryautumnbreeze
She pulled her hood far over her head, with just enough space above her eyes to see. Never mind her lack of peripheral vision- she didn’t need her eyes to have a keen sense of her surroundings. There was no easing into the run, she just set off at a mad sprint, her small, birdlike body cutting through the city streets with the ease of someone who has done this very thing many times over. There were many things she ran from: she ran from her past and she ran from her future. She ran from her family and her memories and her responsibilities and her strange, panging loneliness, until her throat ached from her labored breathing and her muscles screamed for relief. She ended up at the pier, and collap