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Monday, January 31, 2011

in the glorious moonlight

Here we are hand in hand walking down the street
Everyones stops to stare
But our eyes do not meet theirs
And here we are
Not caring who sees us
As we walk joyfully
In eachothers company
Cuz everyday we see them
And their stares
We see their judgment
But we don’t care
Cos every day
And every night
It doesn’t matter
Who cares
If we see something
That the others can’t
So here we are hand in hand
Walking side by side
In glorious
In the glorious
moonlight

My Psychotic Scene from 8 this morning.

He stood facing the ocean on a cliff. His hair black, falling to his jaw. He looked at me with piercing blue eyes, which seemingly glowed. He gave me a crooked smile with full lips. The cold salty air blew his hair out of his face for a moment. He wore a gray and green striped hoodie with jeans. His crooked smile stayed in my mind, as well as the salty air and the clouds above. At around nine at night, i found out who he looked like and can't look at the picture i drew of the scene.