Thoughts running through her blank mind, she watched silently at the ghostly moon above. It lit the dark, star spilt sky. With the stars scattered, it lit the night sky, seeing the surroundings around. A few clouds speckled throughout the shadowy sky and covering some of the bright stars. X couldn't keep her mind off the troubles she had to face currently. As her mind wandered a distant voice in her mind spoke.
"I'll never let you go, " the voice spoke as she realized she had forgotten such a precious moment. Her flashback showed a young man who held his hands on her tear covered cheeks. His voice was sympathy as X closed her eyes and layed down on the grass covered ground.
That day was one she couldn't believe she had forgotten. It was the day when she had ran away to get away from everything. She had slyly walked to her love's house. Even though it was miles, she decided to walk instead of taking the city bus.
It was a dark cloudy night. Not cloudy enough too cover the ghostly full moon. As cloudy as it was, she was surprised how warm it was. Darkness engulfed her, she avoided it for she didn't want to be seen. The lights from colorful and different verities of vehicles flashed on X dimly as they zoomed past. It was the middle of the night, with the moon staring directly down at the surrounds below.
With her eyes holding tears, she stared down at the ground thinking of what had happened the day before. As she walked along the side road, she mumbled, "I don't ever want to go back." Closing her eyes, two tears from opposite eyes escaped to fall down to the cement ground.
Thinking to herself, she stopped and glanced over shoulder. Her eyes fell to sorrow as she glanced at the continuous life of white beat in the distance. Dark red clouds showered above the distant area. It lit up continuously. Loud booms were heard throughout the area.
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My Thoughts
Thoughts that cross my mind are worries I have, and can't get them out of my mind..
Only a puppet to one's amusement. The life lived has always been a lie.
"I don't have nightmares, I create them."
"I'd like to depart this world the way I arrived, screaming and covered in someone else's blood."
"I'm the original, I don't need a label."
I am the type of person you would love to see suffer.
"I don't have nightmares, I create them."
"I'd like to depart this world the way I arrived, screaming and covered in someone else's blood."
"I'm the original, I don't need a label."
I am the type of person you would love to see suffer.