Mind.

I'd want something not to procrastinate about.  I'd like to finish a book instead of reading three at the same time.  A bit inadequate would be the term that fits me at times.  Clearly, my mind plays and juggles with my emotions.  I barely know what to feel and what to not feel.  At times like these I would just lay in bed and watch the clouds move by, gently floating like little thoughts roam around my head, I would do this while grasping my sweet penguin on my bed.  I'd like to know why we procrastinate so much?  Why do we want to fail instead of prospering each and every task we do?  The human mind is one we cannot choose, but it is one we can try to change.  - F.N

Rainy Days.

Crystal droplets were falling from the sky yesterday.  It was a cool breeze that I once had, and now loved.  The house was quiet, no one was keeping me company except myself.  One could hear the palms thrusting over the walls.  It was as if a symphony suddenly appeared behind my curtains.  It made me feel alive.

Thoughts.

I wouldn’t even try to imagine what being inside your hollow brain feels like. Thoughts quietly roaming through the streams, memories jumping from every limb of a tree. Consuming every bit possible makes me want to bleed. It doesn’t say which one to pick, so I choose one, closest to your heart. It has my name at the start, but then it leads to a paper so white, so clean, as if a blank slate is supposed to be seen.

Ja'dore.

My only vice.
Loved him since 2001 <3

Parisine.

I'll try to deny it. There's a force inside my soul that makes me want to feel something towards you, a faint hollow image just beside. I try to reach out but what I touch is emptiness. Your image is still, like a painting made by Picasso. What I breathe is purely yours...the scent, the sweat, it's heady and I can't stop. I try to make you hold on to myself, my veins, my blood, my heart, you're in me. If you shall go away I'll find you. Then just as I opened my eyes from wishing "you would be mine" my heart stops...time stops but you...you are moving, towards me, leaning in and whispering "I will forever be yours, as you are mine in this love story that is meant to be told". A sudden cold chill enters near and makes me believe that you have always been here. I grasp the blanket covering my fragile body and it gives me heat as never imagined. What I feel makes it as if you are near. My eyes are in lock with a sea of pleasure and love. I hold onto you tight as if it was our last night beneath the stars.

Paris is forever ours.

An Unconventional Love Letter

Dear Stranger,

When everything is just about to be over I go over some pictures. They may not be of you, nor of people you may know. They are random strangers. Strangers who never fail to put a smile on my sweet dear face. Their qualities are sensual yet refined. I'd believe that someday I could be a stranger who would put a smile on your face. A face I'm so cared of knowing. That a smile would creep from the corners of the warm blooded mouth. It would be just a simple pleasure just to see that in my mind, in my dreams. It would clearly be something I conjugated from the deepest most darkest thoughts of mine. A thought that I cannot bear to imagine these days. See if this image comes true then I would never have to dream again. Since my reality is the dream of my dreams. Then again your heart wont try to portray that image that lies deep in my soul. In the end I'll still dream the same dream. In that dream my lips will be touching yours and my heart will intertwine with yours. Since you are the stranger that has grasped my heart in my dreams through the night.

Ever Thine
Ever Mine
Ever Ours

Forever and simply till eternity.

Moonlight

Every night she takes a breath looking out her window to the moon at her left. The stars make her skin glow a beautiful pale white color. As she lays down on her bed she wonders. Why cant every day and every night be like this one. As calm, as beautiful, as peaceful as this one.The girl takes one last look at the sky, the moon, the stars. She breathes in the air as the marvelous scent makes its way throughout her room. She calmly shuts the window but leaves the blinds open. Inspired by the reflection from the moon on the ocean she sleeps a marvelous sleep. In her dreams an image appears the same one as before. She opened her eyes full fright and caught a glimpse of an image who looked at her face. Someone caressing her hair gazing as she slept. The boy gives her a kiss as she is left confused on her bed. He escapes through the window leaving her a note on her stand. Would she close her eyes and fall asleep or read the letter left on her stand? As she read a smile came across her face. Turned off the light and kindly closed her eyes. And now every night would be a beautiful and wonderful night.

-Francheska Natalia