Modern Magic

running.you tell me that everything has a time limit on it; friendships, days, moments, love. everything is limited, you say, so we might as well rush, run. because it's all going to end anyway, right?running.
so i started to notice the time stamps painted on your hands, the calendars written all over your heart. i started to wonder, how much time do we have left? how many more held hands, secrets, inside jokes, i love you's? how many more?
i wondered and ran,
ran through the forests without smelling the scent of after-rain. i ran on the darkened streets at midnight without noticing the streetlights, passing lit houses


because i love you.listen, just for a few minutes.because i love you.
take a few deep breaths [even if you don't want to breathe anymore]. listen to the pitter-patter of your heart beating in your ears and feel your pulse racing. taste the silence of the world; see the anxiety take over you.
close your eyes and look at the black. look at the black until you see something worth holding onto inside of yourself. wait until breathing doesn't feel like a losing game and then open your eyes,
and listen.
.
look, you
are wonderful. you remind me of a lullaby in winter, sung like a secret not meant for anyone to
| Allie. Fifteen. Year 10. <3 Benny Boo. Graphics and poetry and prose. Nerd sock. <3 |
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Made with 100% Real Fangirlism, Rage, Love, and Deranged Humor (and no carbs/ artificial flavors!).
"Ohmigod! Someone's wearing blue jeans!" -Random Goth (JTHM)
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True love never dies...
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True love never dies...
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