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June 9th, 2010
11:06 pm - Sketch
Your open window and a warm summer night breeze - this is what sets me free, this is what gets me high. The romance of the neon lights beneath us fills the air with an illusional scent. It doesn't bring back any memories, it gives me new ones. Finally.
Eva didn't fly away, she's going to see the dream to follow first. Long lost feelings are slowly coming back. It's difficult to remember who I am, but I think I am becoming who I am again, even though it's a completely different person, as far as I can tell. While hurting so many people, hope, that maybe there is improvement in this new person, still stands.
Your touch gently wakes me up from reality. The pain of your touch constantly reminds me this is only a dream. You seem to be a perfect balance, bittersweet. For how long can I keep the window open until the breeze is too cold against my skin, until it gets caught up in my hair and needs to be released?
I tell you Isobel called yesterday and you smile. She's your summer night breeze. The smile echoes in my mind, drills into it, leaving permanent damage. And then you say something meaningless. I turn away and leave it to you to close the window. My veil covers my face, but you can see through it, you know me too well. You know I can't fly anymore. The blood on my wedding dress doesn't scare you as much as the veil that covers something you already know exists.
[To be or not to be continued]
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