Moryah DeMott

You had me believing that I was crazy. Every time I broke down over what seemed like nothing, it was you._ Bade ran an anxious hand through his hair.__ell, that__ love isn__ it?_ Davina took his restless hand. __ove is crazy and irrational, and anything less would be boring.

Tell me that you don__ love me, and I__l leave you alone. In this time or the next. Tell me that you don__ feel free. Tell me you can__ stand the way I look at you. But don__ tell me that I__ not allowed to love you. I will love you through every minute, every day, and every year for the rest of my life. My love for you is timeless.

My heart is torn in tiny pieces scattered throughout the years. I exist in several places because you carry those pieces with you, wherever you go, whoever you choose to be, I__l be beside you in one form or another.

I__ in love with fiction. A fantasy that slips between my fingers when reality sets in.

Music is another language, one so close to actual thought, strung together, sometimes staccato, flowing, and sometimes even nonsensical or harsh to the ears. It__ truth in an otherwise dishonest world.

Such a funny thing, time. You spend your whole life wishing there was more or less of it, never realizing that the time already given could be worth more than that which you wished for._ -Davina

Sometimes I sit and stare out at the people walking by, wondering if they__e felt as I__e felt, trapped, alone, but guiltily content in the knowledge that I will never know another__ thoughts, and therefore can feel special due to my unique loneliness.