Sometimes I forget how to breathe

In the game of life there is one rule: you will die. Everything before that is up to you. Loosely based on J.D. Salinger's "The Catcher in the Rye"

Weary wanderers please dip your feet in my pool

you taste better

whale songs make me long for lost tides and cry until my soul is filled full with salt and sorrow.

holding our breath until the sun would go starburst

she's wearing tulip leather/ to hide those wrinkles/ and cover her shadows/ the ones she trips on /...basically am having fun and playing with ideas and words. Specifically in Spanish Class. heh.

When the moon is a pale creature in the sky/ and the sun is like a castle opening its gates/ I watch the meeting of those two great fates from my little earth/ and I always expect the world to change

At first it was like the sky was burning. Then like it was breaking. The clear horizon surrendered to bruised reds and browns. Large grey puffs filled the sky and gusts of winds dried the world. Darkness hid the land...and the legends say the magic.

If you're in the mood for witchcraft, dangerous deeds, romance bursting out of your computer pixels, this isn't for you. However if you're a chap content with fifteen year old writing, confusing plot twists, and a pubescent heroine, come hither!

really really old really really bad but can't bring myself to delete this

When a hurt stranger confronts her she gets the early impression that he's drunk, crazy or both. And okay, maybe slightly handsome too. Still, meeting him was no big deal. Until that is it starts a domino effect that any sane person would die to reverse.