NatureTheZafara

"You were my everything. Which, upon reflection, was probably the problem." - A Softer World Twenty minutes to takeoff and he's not coming. Sakura hasn't stopped hoping. She cranes her neck and looks around, trying to spot any familiar face with golden hair and green eyes among the sea of people going around the terminal. No one vaguely recognizable. She checks her watch. It had been an hour since she texted him, a short note telling him that she'd be on the plane for Tokyo soon. Until now, she has no clear idea why she did that. It's been two weeks since they broke up; he probably wouldn't even bother anymore if she'd left or not, thoug

Today we will have a funeral For those pink ribbon ties that snapped into two For those rainbows and puppies And flying fish ships And those halcyon days for roses to grow You said we'd never be apart We promised, didn't we? 'everlasting, true love, i am yours' - You even wrote it down for me My dear princess, you promised I was your prince Now, what am I to you? I am not your object And you said we'd never end up Like the blanket girls on the Flamingo But you took him away Now, what are you to me? Water in the gutter canal I wish I had never met you But now I wear your crown And you, a stone over your head Just like t

 Wonderland looked splendid this time of year. The bright yellow sunlight flooded through the leaves and spaces between the trees surrounding them, painting the scenery in a golden hue. The sky looked golden as well. The grass below was as green as green can be, and the path that wove through the vegetation was colored yellow with the sunlight. Beyond the trees birds and rocking-horse-flies can be heard singing to each other; sometimes a bread-and-butterfly could be seen flitting here and there about the stray wildflowers and mushrooms. It was a charming picture, very peaceful, and the most beautiful thing anyone could ever see. The little

"You were my everything. Which, upon reflection, was probably the problem." - A Softer World Twenty minutes to takeoff and he's not coming. Sakura hasn't stopped hoping. She cranes her neck and looks around, trying to spot any familiar face with golden hair and green eyes among the sea of people going around the terminal. No one vaguely recognizable. She checks her watch. It had been an hour since she texted him, a short note telling him that she'd be on the plane for Tokyo soon. Until now, she has no clear idea why she did that. It's been two weeks since they broke up; he probably wouldn't even bother anymore if she'd left or not, thoug

Stroke upon stroke For the past few weeks Trying to get my hand to work Until the characters are smooth And clear enough to read I can now write your name When you get back home And the seasons go back from two To four Don't forget the warm sunny days And the cold rainy days That made your stay worthwhile If only I knew more words And how to string them well Then maybe we would've talked more And knew each other better But even then, you understood And still we could laugh and smile The rising sun waits for you She says she misses your smile Your laughter, your good heart You miss her too But when you said goodbye today

when i think back on the story of the little mermaid it makes me remember that one time i stabbed myself in the chest with my rainbow sword because your friends said it would make me real and when i twisted the blade in i swore that i grew legs as long as yours and my skin formed its own fishscale sheen like the rainbow that shines in a puddle of oil in the sun and i thought my mind expanded into its own rose-scented universe where i named all the foreign satellites after your enemies but since the day we met dry ice would burn in my joints and when you weren’t looking my long shiny legs would bleed enough blood to water the graveyard d