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Dearest Dreamer. Beloved Cameron is not in her bed, because she would rather catch stars in a vice grip than watch them pass by overhead while she tosses and turns, restless and drained of all her strength. She'll toss them as high as she can just to see if they'll dent the moon, and Cameron won't sleep until she hits it just right.Dearest Dreamer.
Dearest Cameron: you are bitten tongues and run on sentences and I hope you know that nothing is ever as it should be. You shelve your thoughts on clouds to keep them chaste because you think the rain will never touch them there, but all clouds must fall, wit
by ~HandOfDietrich
And Rosie Doesn't Know. Rosie dances like rain. She steps and twirls and bites her nails and Rosie doesn't know she's beautiful. Rosie sees in greens and blues and a color she insists is called 'temperance', and Rosie has no idea she shines like gold.And Rosie Doesn't Know.
Rosie buys smiles from her imaginary friends at ten cents a tooth. Rosie can't tell real from make-believe, but then again, Rosie was always a child at heart.
Rosie spends her days outside picking daisies, and sometimes you can hear her sing "She loves me, she loves me not, but most likely I'm certain she
by ~HandOfDietrich
Idony is. Idony is. Idony is romanticism in all its splendor. Idony will talk for days about tomorrows yet to come, until all her tomorrows have slipped by into yesterday. Idony likes falling. Idony will crash through air and watch the rain stay always one inch above her, and she'll tell you it feels like flying and that even though she knows she'll have to hit the ground sometime, she feels invincible.Idony is.
Idony is false. Idony likes dreami
by ~HandOfDietrich
We Are Screaming Secrets. I am ashes on the plains of New Zealand. I'm staring up at the open skies and feeling like I don't exist at all and it's beautiful. My fingertips are worn and dry from too much reaching and catching only my palms, and suddenly I'm wishing you were here to pull my heartstrings taut because you and I never cared much for lonliness.We Are Screaming Secrets.
We are a symphony of softly spoken secrets, too quiet to know and too loud to ignore. We are bruising hands and rotten words and everything we never wanted to be, but it's okay because one day all we'll be is dust in the wind.
by ~HandOfDietrich
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