300 flashes.
One crying crow.
Moments gone.
Lost in one blow.
Will this ever end?
Questions that run so deep
Still lie on the ground as I wake.
And when I sleep. Nothing but loss.
Bound to Dreams. Not bound to dream.
Hope. What a silly word I thought.
Now. Now maybe I can.
-Eli
IO
Unwritten thoughts rush through.
It's so hard to think when you're so scared.
Darkness. It's so bright. Too bright.
Falling. When will I wake up? Will I?
Too many thoughts Not enough words.
What if this is it?
Twenty-four. The number of hours in a day.
It's not enough to find something that's lost, trapped.
But you can't look for something that's never been found.
He told Me.
He knew.
He said I was brave. That wasn't true.
I'm so scared.
He promised I'd see him in the morning.
Where is he now?
Tomorrow. What a beautiful word.
You might have millions of them. How many do I have?
~Jane
Gardenias and Fireworks by faerietale456, literature
Literature
Gardenias and Fireworks
I still remember the first time Naminé and I went on a date. It was a cloudless night, full of stars, full of magic. Cliché? Possibly, but I still treasure that moment. But to tell you that story, I need to include how the two of us met.
We were only alive for what seemed like only eight months. Newborn Nobodies. Axel was informed to go on a mission to Castle Oblivion - the place everybody forbid me to enter. Reluctant to obey orders, I followed him through the Dark Corridor, through to the castle of albino halls. I felt more light headed with every step, and eventually I passed out, there, right on the steps of the first floor.