Sleep good. Really. *twitchtwitch*
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dark eyes staring sleepily at me
the clink of bottles
dragon statues and dull blades
salt in the air flavoring conversation
pebbles at the window
wet grass beneath my feet
crumpled paper in the corners of the room
unrecognized music playing faintly
laughter and theft
smooth skin that always left me staring
unable to admit how far my attraction went
unable to deny my need
believing that my place was dancing attendance
long cold morning outside a closed coffeeshop
nothing left now but memories
...yeah. Definitely going the hell to bed now. I can't decide if it's a good thing or a bad one that I'm back to writing several entries a day, but I DO know that being awake and depressed isn't fun.
'Tis the season to remember those who matter to us, right?
...even if they shouldn't matter any more...
...even if nothing will come of it...
...even if the memories hurt...
...because some of the memories are still precious. I wouldn't give them up for anything.
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