I shake my head and laugh slightly.
"You know, this is probably the craziest shit I've ever done." I reach over and stroke back the sleeping infants's hair, which was the colour of falling autumn leaves against her porcelain skin. She flinches as I touch her. I let her sleep there on the floor simply because she wouldn't sleep in my arms. She'd fuss and cry and scream. She didn't like me. I could only hope she would eventually.
I sigh and stare out the window. The road moves past quickly, we have to be doing at least 75. Impressive for the hippy van that Caleb drives. I look at his face in the rear-view mirror. His jaw is set. He's deep in
Survival - A Short Story by Build-The-Moon, literature
Literature
Survival - A Short Story
I've had dreams before. Not many, but I have.
Dreams are something that I seldom see. Dreams are foreign, beautiful, and strange arrangements of light, colour, and sound. Instead, I have nightmares.
My name is Katrielle, and I'm an insomniac.
Many people don't realize that insomnia is a disease; a syndrome, a sickness. I realize that, but I hate calling it that. Just because I can't fall asleep at night, now apparently I'm ill? That's stupid. Instead, I call myself an artist of awareness. Since I've developed this 'artistry' which started 6 years ago I've mastered piano, created 3 compositions, cleaned, repainted, and rearran
I shake my head and laugh slightly.
"You know, this is probably the craziest shit I've ever done." I reach over and stroke back the sleeping infants's hair, which was the colour of falling autumn leaves against her porcelain skin. She flinches as I touch her. I let her sleep there on the floor simply because she wouldn't sleep in my arms. She'd fuss and cry and scream. She didn't like me. I could only hope she would eventually.
I sigh and stare out the window. The road moves past quickly, we have to be doing at least 75. Impressive for the hippy van that Caleb drives. I look at his face in the rear-view mirror. His jaw is set. He's deep in
Triggering Everything by Build-The-Moon, literature
Literature
Triggering Everything
Pulse through my veins.
Beat through my heart.
Pound through my mind.
You'll do that when you start.
Feel something.
Deep inside.
Hands in the air.
No need to hide.
A physical movement.
To the heart a touch.
Sometimes tears fall.
Emotionally too much.
Anger, pain,
Sadness, inspiration,
Content, melancholy,
Depression, desperation.
This all I feel,
When touched by this.
A tender caress,
Similar to a kiss.
Triggering memories.
Triggering pain.
Triggering joy.
Tears fall like rain.
Music is a universal language.
Something we can relate to.
Music is everything.
That is why music, I. Love. You.
-KJR
5.22.
Late to say thank you for the fav! But I've been offline and I just came back from a long hiatus, and hopefully you will like my upcoming stuff aswell! Thanks for your support