S-KY~

I wonder if we are sometimes standing in the same memory, I wonder if sometimes, time has stopped for you too.
“Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.”
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun


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I am a secret.

25 march 2013, my you. ❀ 8 comment(s)
i love you.
i wouldn't have you
any other way.

my heart is singing.

10 march 2013, diary entry. ❀ 0 comment(s)
Love doesn't have
to be requited,
for it to be real.

9 march 2013, diary entry. ❀ 2 comment(s)
I like pretending. I
do have so many make-up memories
of us in my mind.

8 march 2013, diary entry. ❀ 1 comment(s)
You said I was a constellation, and I cried,
because stars are sad things. Or I often suppose they are.
I changed colors depending on the temperature,
or the temperature of my heart.

(red. blue. white. orange/redder.)

7 march 2013, diary entry. ❀ 0 comment(s)
My head over your heart
and your heartbeats, beating
fast enough. Real enough.

Your heart over mind
singing sweetly
whispers gently.

My swan prince - you
who told me
'never go too far from me'
and i meant to keep
that promise.

6 march 2013, diary entry. ❀ 0 comment(s)
I wouldn't have you
any other way.

4 march 2013, diary excerpt. ❀ 0 comment(s)
I want
to
write a story about us.