tethered.I am the bastion of calm. I am the buoy in the night. But, what happens when it's storming inside and out? What then, when all I can toss is a fraying rope? Pressure is only so powerful, after all. Will is only so strong.tethered.
I am his bastion. I love that I am that which saves him from the flood, the deluge of life. I want so badly to be there for him, to be able to help.
But what of the buoy? Its feelings are not often considered. But still, valiantly, it carries on, never stops being the lifeline for the lost, the lonely, the loved. It's easy, real
cast-iron balcony.i'm watching him stand on the edge of his balcony and i know he doesn't belong there. he doesn't belong to the air, the pavement, the earth. stephen belongs to on one but me- at least in my perfect world. but of course he's tip-toeing the line between metal and fresh air, life and certian death. he doesn't notice me standing behind his glass door, one hand on the pane, green eyes watching him make up his mind. the midnight air's probably cool, and stephen's hair is fluttering ever so slightly. the cityscape, no doubt watched by his bright blue eyes, is beautiful by night, but i can't tear my eyes away from his lithe body, just over the othercast-iron balcony.
Devious Journal Entry
Tired
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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I may not be perfect, but Jesus thinks I'm to die for.
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Remember, remember the fifth of November…
V for Vendetta
I am so honored
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
i'm popping your comment cherry.
-pop-
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We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.
-Friedrich Nietzsche
LIAR.
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We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.
-Friedrich Nietzsche
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