Mad Musings

He watched her from across the room. She had headphones on with the music up loud, and her foot was steadily tapping to the beat as she wrote. What she wrote, he would never know. As he sat on the love seat in his room, she sat on his bed. He could see she was tired, but she refused to lose. For some reason she kept writing, he wished she would sleep, but she seemed intent on her work. After an hour or so had passed she leaned her head back against the wall. She kept fighting sleep. Finally, he got up and sat down on the bed. She looked up at him, blinking furiously. He pulled her into his arms and laid down on the bed. She looked up and rolled her eyes. She looked so adorable. He kissed her lips and felt her smile. Clearly, he had won, so she took off the headphones and listened to his heart beat as she fell asleep. ~~~~ She woke with a start, anxiously looking around. her eyes fell on his peaceful, sleeping face. Her eyes softened, and her heart calmed. She ran her slen...

He was lying on the couch, propped up on the arm. A sound system was playing an array of songs from his ipod. In his arms was a slightly younger girl, she was beautiful and looked angelic as her chest rose and fell in a peaceful sleep. She looked so innocent, so breakable. Nothing could be hidden or displayed or faked when you were asleep. He was so tempted to kiss her small, full lips but did not want to wake her. She shivered and moved slightly. He pulled her up so that her head rested on his shoulder more and dragged a blanket down from the back of the couch. It was late, he should sleep, but he wanted to watch her peaceful face. It was only for a minute longer. He kissed her cheek and hugged her close. His heart thudding against his chest.

She ran through the rain; feeling the cool drops against her warm skin. It felt amazing, it was dark and there was nothing to shed light except for an old, forgotten street lamp that hummed softly. It was barely audible over the roar of the rain and clap of the clouds. She wore only a mid-thigh length dress that, by now, was soaked to her bones, plastered to her form. Her dress was black as pitch and her skin dark, but paling. Sun was something she didn’t see much of, this one summer night had been just warm enough for a dress. Nothing adorned her long, slender feet for she wanted to feel the Earth with her roots, as if she were a tree. ~~~~ He watched the rain fall from the shelter of a rusted, forgotten shed. Darkness was all around him, and, if he wished, he could simply turn on his flash light to chase away the darkness but he did not. Darkness had always been his friend, always. Even as a child he would sit in the dark, for the dark does not judge. It blindly loves and embraces y...

I've always loved the phrase,   "I will love you to the moon and back" .  It's always had a special place in my heart, I've had a Tshirt with that print and I've had a couple bracelets. I had this pair of bracelets that separated the saying. Sort of friendship bracelet type of thing. Anyway, my favorite band, one of the guitarist, Michael Clifford, had a tattoo that said "to the moon..." and that only made the phrase that much more special. I loved those bracelets I got and I had two plans for them.  To give one of them to Michael Clifford one day or         2. Give one to the person I was certain was special to me. Well, as the saying goes, best laid plans of mice and men often go astray. I laid out four options of bracelets to take. Two new ones I bought in Japan and my two bracelets. One bracelet said "To the moon" and was brand new, never worn. The other was "And back" and was completely dirty, worn, and ...