Smiling


#200

I saw your face in my dream last night.

You smiled warmly, as did I in return.

I was holding your hand one moment, and in the next, I had let go.

You drifted away from me by some unseen force; still, you smiled.

I smiled.

We smiled, and before I saw you vanish out past the horizon, I could’ve sworn I let out a tear.

Though, I was too distracted to know for sure, looking out at your marvelous silhouette; shaped, and surrounded by the sky.

What an angel you were, what a sight to see.

Even when I saw you disappear for good, far out beyond the sea, I still couldn’t stop smiling.






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#199

Your befriended earthdragon soars above the pink clouds and turns to face you; “wake up, Charlene” - you were graffitiing in a pool and fell asleep; the stars look magical this time of night… maybe just a few more hours of sleep? “maybe; but first, im gonna spend some time on my back, looking up to the sky,” this reflection - heaven and earth, earth and heaven, the stars and the planets, each looking out to one another in the collective heaven, the collection of earths and suns, dragons and cans of graffiti - what a fascinating experience, one i love so very dearly




#197

We each have the chance to do something absolutely incredible; to be ourselves, to the fucking max




#???

So you should view this fleeting world,

As a star at dawn, a bubble in a stream,

A flash of lightning in a summer cloud,

A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream.


- C



































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huh

just purely speculative question here

in your circumstance where you had a sudden nuke of reignition for feelings for someone

well no

what is your desire exactly

like

well I know that too

in the perfect world you’d be in a happy relationship with everyone you were attracted to always

or am I wrong?




me:


idk

“perfect world” isnt even a real thing tbh

the world as it is, is already as it should be; everchanging, fluctuating, and new

even in this hurt

in this grief and longing for love with someone

itself, is love

in a different form

so in a way, i have that love i want so badly with them

simply by missing them so badly that it hurts