Jan 2018
The wind was kissing her hair in ways that would lovingly brush across her soft forehead and tickle her eyelashes with the tips of her hair. The short gusts of winds made her eyes tears up at the ends a little as well as chill the tips of her soft fingertips. As the sun was setting she saw the way warm colors would kiss the darker cooler colors of the sky and all she could think about was he and what he was doing at that exact moment.
Sunsets were deadly to her. Deadly beautiful because they inspired her and teased her the same way he did. The light orange of the sky was the same color of the dying fire in her raging mind and fiery heart. She was in the middle of the sky with her little couch and balcony, in between her fading auburn sunset on the left and the dark nightly blues blending in with her reflecting ocean on her right.
She watched as the water reflected the changing blues in the sky it was as if the sky was getting herself ready for the night in her mirror: the ocean. Sadly enough, those blues sang to her about the lighter blues that would make her smile and cry simultaneously.
The cold brisk wind was touching her all over from the tips of her exposed toes to the tip of her nose. She loved seeing the atmosphere get darker and darker like her sad mind. The breeze would remind her of the ways her love would keep her close with those deep blues of his.
But as the clouds were kissing away the fading sun with the purples and lavenders she wondered if she should save the trouble for her deep blue eyed creature and kiss him away as well. She was never going to get tired of going crazy with the way the sky painted the way she felt about him and the way they whispered to her how cold he made her feel when she was too warm for him like the sleeping sun.
As the sun took its final dip onto the horizon, she smiled at her shivering, goose-bumped covered legs and licked her lips so she could taste the kiss of the ocean the breeze brought to her.
She could taste him so well, even as she watched the sky and the ocean become the same dark blue as her bruised mind, she told her self to let her come back to him like the sun.
Sunsets were deadly to her. Deadly beautiful because they inspired her and teased her the same way he did. The light orange of the sky was the same color of the dying fire in her raging mind and fiery heart. She was in the middle of the sky with her little couch and balcony, in between her fading auburn sunset on the left and the dark nightly blues blending in with her reflecting ocean on her right.
She watched as the water reflected the changing blues in the sky it was as if the sky was getting herself ready for the night in her mirror: the ocean. Sadly enough, those blues sang to her about the lighter blues that would make her smile and cry simultaneously.
The cold brisk wind was touching her all over from the tips of her exposed toes to the tip of her nose. She loved seeing the atmosphere get darker and darker like her sad mind. The breeze would remind her of the ways her love would keep her close with those deep blues of his.
But as the clouds were kissing away the fading sun with the purples and lavenders she wondered if she should save the trouble for her deep blue eyed creature and kiss him away as well. She was never going to get tired of going crazy with the way the sky painted the way she felt about him and the way they whispered to her how cold he made her feel when she was too warm for him like the sleeping sun.
As the sun took its final dip onto the horizon, she smiled at her shivering, goose-bumped covered legs and licked her lips so she could taste the kiss of the ocean the breeze brought to her.
She could taste him so well, even as she watched the sky and the ocean become the same dark blue as her bruised mind, she told her self to let her come back to him like the sun.
(28/F/USA)
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