Tips of a Feather.He felt the tips of his fingers tingling. Gently, almost like someone was brushing a feather along the tips. He wanted to scratch them to make the ticklish feeling go away, but for some reason he felt he shouldn't move. So he dealt with it, wondering idily why they were tingling in the first place, but as soon as the thought ended it floated from his mind.Tips of a Feather.
He couldn't see or hear or feel anything but the darkness and the feeling now spreading throughout his hands. He was empty, a blissful shell of nothing but black and tingling hands, hands which were beginning to feel like spikes of red among all the black. There was no sense of
fearofgrowingold.taunt skin not winded by nightfall, youth bubbling over to a so tightly ribbon wrapped heart. my warmth is like tendrils, spreading, taking particles of the sun back from the solar sky. i see fear as no factor in this life, strength endowed, taking, breaking, age has no promise to change.fearofgrowingold.
i glimpse slight differences, hands like creased
satin, while my heart throbs so soundly. just wait until i break down while everyone else is time-spun frozen flitting on the end of a
string of pearls. static, now frayed and fluttering, &
it's,it's staying up talking about nothing until midnight and falling asleep in class the next day. it's stopping to say hi between classes but ending up running to the next class right before the bell rings. it's wandering aimlessly around for hours hand in hand with a content silence. it's a little like making fun of each other, having purposfully loud conversations in theaters until you're kicked out, shy smiles and nervous palms. it's being there when you're not even needed. it's giving each other butterflies, blushing faces hidden beneath hands, not needing to say anything for days at a time because nothing more than a look will do. it's contit's,
it's been a while.
Neutral
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Every ending is a beautiful beginning
Everything will work out in the end. If it hasn't worked out, its definitely not the end.
There are no such things as coincidences.
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God is my strength, my rock, my life.
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God is my strength, my rock, my life.
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Every ending is a beautiful beginning
Everything will work out in the end. If it hasn't worked out, its definitely not the end.
There are no such things as coincidences.
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