My heart is pumping so loud, I can hear it. Each time, it almost knocks me to the ground.
The adrenaline overwhelms me as I take a step towards the bright lights.
I take a deep breath, but it does nothing. This is all up to me.
This costume is beautiful... the texture is rough and soft at the same time.
A beautiful, deadly black fabric. The silk entices my senses when I move. I hardly think I deserve such a dress.
My feet are bare, and so is my soul. Ready to take in the energy from my expectant audience. It is as if they are expecting me to mess up- just like I have so many times before.
But not this time. This time, I am ready.
Ready to pry open my soul and let it embrace my spirit through a beautiful, deadly dance.
It's time.
I step out to the stage, bravery in my heart.
The audience is silent. No one dares to move, not even the few children.
I can't help the smile that creeps across my features.
I have them.
I take my stance, and the music begins.
I leap.
I twirl.
I step, and roll and curve.
I crawl.
I shake.
I chill, and lock and release and bend.
I seduce.
As my body finishes, adrenaline once again overpowers me- releasing from every last nerve in this fierce body.
A success in this war called life. For it is and always will be the nerves that will stop us from taking our rightful chances.
If you let life stop you, you are going to fall behind in a web of despair.
Make it so you regret nothing.
How did I ever deserve you?
You are the darkness, hiding me when I wish not to be seen.
You are the shadows, following me- watching me.
You are the moon, A great mystery that holds answers to my questions.
You are the air, saving me from drowning in this wasteland.
You are the sword, impossibly fast and ready to put yourself between the enemy and myself, protecting this ancient soul.
You are the eyes, the most mysterious part of the body. The window to what waites inside.
You are the blood, giving me life. Pulsing through my veins.
You are the wings, making me soar with every word you whisper to me before I fall asleep.
You are the feet, holding me up and keeping me above the crowd.
You are the paint, creating the life around me- filling my world with vibrant meaning.
You are the heart, keeping me alive with every beat. Racing when we are close.
You are part of everything I do.
I love you.
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that is very lovely indeed....
i hope that if that is written to a person, he or she deserves such love.
~W~
there are not words to describe how great this is.
stunning
beautiful
sweet
sensational
There was a teacher, in my elementary school. He was so nice- an all around great guy, and a baseball coach. I never saw him smoking- didn't even know he Did smoke. That is, until he lost a lung to it... then died. He was only 51 years old.
My best friend, my sister, and I made a pact to never smoke anything in our entire lives.
When I was younger, I almost lost my best friend to a girl who was mentally sick. She manipulated her into thinking things that weren't true. Made me cry so bad, it hurt. So bad, I was physically sick. Made me lie to those I loved, then made my friend lie to me. Because of this, I no longer trust anyone so easily.
About a year ago, I was suffering from depression. I thought about suicide, never spoke or felt like doing anything; even recoiled from those whom did nothing wrong. What caused this? My "parents" were mentally and physically abusing me.
Then, I recieved the greatest gift I could have ever asked for- and then a second one.
From each expierence of my life, I suffer a small bit. But, in the end, I am much stronger because of it.
I may be young, but I am not one to be underestimated. I have been hurt. But I am fighting to come out on top as much as possible.
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and you shall come out on top...
~W~
stay strong my friend. i miss you
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