Brief authors note before this story: This poem and this little side note all belong to me.
I am not really sure how this all came to be a thought in my head, but I do hope you enjoy it. I will be updating as I finish each chapter, but don't pressure me. It's delicate work after not writing for a long time. If you've read my previous work, no, I will not re-post it up here. After someone hacked my account and deleted all my stories, I realized I could start new. I hope you enjoy this piece I am giving to you all. Please enjoy on me.
Copyrights © Sara Grace. 2010. AKA; BubblebabyXoXo, TheDarkestWhite, TDW and SGC. All rights reserved. Photography, writing and any other form of arts may not be taken, reproduced, manipulated and/or used without permission from me directly.
With a very grain of sand,
With every mile for every man,
With our shadows comes our light,
With darkness of our corners there will be something bright.
A light in the hallway,
A whisper from within your own heart,
A touch for every one of your sounds,
My love for you will travel all around.
A Note for the Wise:
Something's are simple while others are complex, then there are those oxymorons; of something so complex it's simple; in its own entirety. It can go both ways, so you all must have known, and as I must state here. Something's are simply complex, and others are complex in their simplicity. We walk along only to end being a step back, and run only to be too far ahead of where we once stood. We stand to feel grounded, yet lose footing all in the same. We end up where we are supposed to, whether we meant to run towards it or from. People, are the same as well. Did I mean to run towards you head strong, or run from you for the sake of my own sanity? These are things I wonder when I'm left alone. I've always heard that people come into a life to teach us something important. I never once thought of myself as a teacher but I cannot help but wonder…what I am here to teach you all? Here and now, I am beginning to think I understand.
At breakneck speed, she placed all the little things in their places; toothbrushes, toothpaste, floss, mouth wash, face wash, face lotion. Everything in the bathroom had a specific place and everything was now in its place. An audible sigh escaped the woman. Now pleased, she stared into the mirror, her thoughts swimming around her head; preferably doing the breaststroke if it could be compared to anything, it always did remind her of a frog, though. 'Perfect', she mused quietly to herself as she glanced over her bathroom counter top. Peering around the corner into her highly priced, highly fashionable bedroom, there loomed that ever manly figure, her manly figure to be precise. Still passed out from the night before, 'I must of have worn him out'. A grin played onto her soft pink lips as she pondered this. How many months had it been since we officially became something, almost 7 now?
Her thin yet lean, petite body rested slightly against the door jam, she studied the man from afar, admiring what she could see from the lack of bed sheets covering him. Closing her eyes she reminisced, images flashing behind her eye lids like an old movie reel. Reels upon reels of events that happened in the last months, everything piling up higher in hyper-drive, up to this very moment, where she stood, her breath coming out in a shaky sigh as her lids fluttered. Opening them slowly, she caught sight the man as he rolled over onto his other side. Giving a small grunt of irritation; maybe of resignation, submitting to day's light, he opened his eyes. Those eyes, the eyes of palest green-blue out of anything she'd ever seen on another human; a quite calm at sea after a storm. A short, dry throated laugh escaped his lips as he saw her, opening his mouth, he murmured softly. "Good morning."
Just the beginning I promise. :]