am i letting myself truly live? a pillowbook collection of thoughts.

EDITED. Colbie Darnell is struggling with the sudden death of her older sister, Morgan, and the unexpected disappearance of her boyfriend Spencer, who suspiciously leaves town after Morgan's car crash. When Colbie discovers her sister's journal and learns of the possibility that it may not have been an accident at all, she unearths a whole other part of Morgan's world.

This is my hope that you see the beauty I see in you. This is for you, Lexi.

Colbie is struggling with the sudden death of her older sister, Morgan, and the unexpected disappearance of her boyfriend Spencer, who suspiciously leaves town after Morgan's accident. When Colbie discovers her sister's journal and learns that the car accident wasn't an accident at all, she unearths a whole other part of Morgan's world that she never wanted to know about.

I'm a chickadee in love with the sky. Pillowbook.

I must find myself again. Poem.

i'm so afraid of being left behind. pillowbook.

I spent endless months replaying that horrid scene over and over in my head, trying to decipher what went wrong. This is a recollection, this is a release of a memory I've been holding back for too long.

And once it does, where do I go from there? Pillowbook.

I may just find the hidden happy ending. Pillowbook.

you can't deny what's written on your face. pillowbook.

the things you want won't come any closer. pillowbook.

the air has been cleared, and i can breathe. a poem.

just you and me, babe. fourth pillowbook.

for cassie. a poem.

oh purity, you keep me sane. a poem.

...without them, how can you prove that you have overcome? a short story about my experience in a mental hospital.

i have all the time in the world when it comes to you.

i am stunned by the clearness of your features.

your skin on mine may cause an explosion, but i've learned to take chances.

Can you see what lies beneath the face paint? Third pillowbook.

Who was I to say no?

rest your trust in me, and i will be your savior.

And heartbreak is just a subtitle. Second pillowbook.

Is there a way to put the pieces back together?

The attraction I'd been burrowing within myself since I met her erupted, and I tore myself away, hard as that was.

Day in, day out. My thoughts and words attempt to drown out reality. Pillow book.

I took ahold of her hand, lacing her delicate fingers between my own. Her touch sent chills rushing up my spine in the most delightful manner imaginable.

The fact that I can't have you only makes the temptation that much stronger.

A one shot I'm thinking of developing into a story. R your ideas are always appreciated.