Finals. >

I Say Meh. With Full Capital Letters.

I stayed up until midnight comforting a friend, and had to get up at six in the morning so I could start walking by seven so I could make it to my final by eight because I really did not want to be locked out of the classroom and given a failing grade. But I just had to run and see if monochromal had seen her present yet (yes, I am a whore for comments. *<333 everyone*) and as a result I discovered that more people than her had commented and I had to reply back and when I looked at the clock it was 7:15. (Am I addicted to Livejournal? I think so! OMG I'M ADDICTED TO ALL OF THE FABULOUS PEOPLE HERE, ISN'T THAT HORRIBLE????)

So I'm MEEP! And I almost ran to class (as this is a forty-minute walk, that's quite a distance) and made it to class with ten minutes to spare. And then our professor doesn't show up until 8:30. *scowls* But overall, the final was relatively easy, so that was cool.

The next final I have is at two o'clock, so I get to play around on the internet...ahem. I mean study until then, which is good, because yeah. God, I'm tired and I have plebe beta'ing to do. *sigh*

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I also have a five page story due tomorrow, and I haven't started it. Do you guys have any ideas on what I could write an interior monologue on? I'll love you forever if you give me a prompt! (Unless, of course, you're already one of those that I just love forever, and in that case I'll just love you more.)

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Winter has finally come to our little city, swinging down from the overhang of gray clouds to turn lips blue and fingers into frigid icicles. The wind is doing its best to whip the trees into submission, and I can't help but bow my head before the cold, for I am not so mighty as our trees. It is a cold that steals the breath. I think I've missed it.

(no subject)

[i]

I find myself chasing the ghost of you;
my fingers pressing against the fragile surface of my soul as the wind howls outside my window.
You used to keep me warm--
yet now, in the magic hours of the early morning
the fire has gone out and I am shivering in the ashes of what forever used to mean.
I am haunted by the whisper of you sliding against my skin
and sometimes I still think you hold my heart in your hands.
But the cold has frosted over the windows of you
and I am left like a child, pressing my nose against the glass and trying to breathe you in.
I try to forget that you're gone, but the breeze
whistling through the trees is like the sound of your voice
and the echoes of all the good-byes I never wanted to say.
Sometimes I feel the imprint of your hands in my hair and wonder
who the real ghost is.

[ii]

It was in you that I discovered the hues of forgotten horizons
and paint splattered our hands as we struggled to color our world.
We are so afraid of forgetting, picking up the stones
of our childhood and putting them in our bags
and I never realized how heavy our pockets had become
until I couldn't step forward.
We climbed our mountains side by side in silent solitude while grasping each other through the rainbow afterimages branded on the back of our eyelids from looking at the sun for too long.
In the end we might be blind, but we never really needed eyes to see.

[iii]

You bring the world to me on dust-coated fingertips, and when I think of you I always imagine cherry blossoms raining down on your hair.
There are times when I cradle your name in the cup of my palms
and smear the colors of you against the jagged edges of my life
because you make them beautiful.
Sometimes I honestly believe that you have caressed unicorns
and clung to the backs of dragons,
dark eyes shining with the implicit understanding of your world.

I often think I dreamed you because my world doesn't have such colors
and you are like nothing I have ever seen before.

[iv]

You held me in misty half-life moments and watched as I grew into the burdens of myself.
I long to run my hands over your face,
brushing over cheekbones and the expanse of your mouth
because you were there I first discovered understanding and I want to understand you,
to dip myself inside the essence of you and find out what makes you so addictive.
You are a craving now, holding onto the edges of my soul and if I asked
I think you would take me apart.
You are more and less than everything I ever thought of you, and I wonder if in your heart I'll discover where forever went.

Just out of curiousity, as I don't have any plans at the moment...

[Poll #218611]