mira510

"Do you fear death?" The question loomed in the air before my body, as if a sword looming over someone almost conquered by their enemy. But I looked down at my hands and then back up, only to say, "Have you ever felt the pain of watching two lovers embrace at the end of a movie? It's supposed to be a happy ending. But your heart tells your lungs to stop breathing for just a minute…because it will never ever be yours." "Do you fear death?" A question repeated deserves an answer. But instead, my trembling hands sat clenched on my lap, the blue ink like veins showing through the frail covering that might rip apart any second. "Do you kno

I have felt in love It is a dangerous addiction Forbidden by the laws of logic But my heart is so enveloped with passion I am not able to see clearly anymore Some people call me insane for loving him ' he’s long gone forget him and look at someone else' It’s what everyone keeps telling me But I am unable to forget the past That memory still captures my wounded heart This feeling have become my daily drug An obsession that cannot end up My whole body sways with pleasure Looking at photos of him and remembering The taste of his lips is strongly abide Many years have passed since then And I am still unable to feel attraction to any

You grunted as you shifted the pumpkin in your arms as you walked down the isle of the store, you merely came here for a pumpkin as Halloween was around the corner and you decided to carve a pumpkin and place a candle in the pumpkin. You shifted the object and then smiled as you headed to the till to pay for the item you brought. You mumbled something and reached your destination as you placed the item onto the surface. You pulled your purse out of your handbag and paid for the item you brought. You lifted the pumpkin into your arms and then walked off with your item you brought. You let out a grunt and then shifted the item. You left the s

 Today was the big day. Or, big night. It was Halloween night and it'd be your first of many. You had finally turned seven a few weeks back and it would be the first Halloween you'd (hopefully) remember. You were dressed up as your favorite animal, complete with face paint and a matching candy bag. Sadly, your parents had to work tonight but, they had made plans with your neighbor to take you trick-or-treating with a small group of five other kids. The knocking on your front door made you zoom from your room to your front door. Your mom, being the ghostly woman she was, was already at the front door and was talking with the neighbor and some