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demons and dark dreamsI never had a dream like this before. I've had dreams about demons...but none like this. the shadow kept appearing near me and following me. you could fel the darkness...the evil that poured from it. you didn't have to see it to know it was around. then instead of a shadow blob on the ground, it started taking the form of a human shadow. this scared me even more, it was bigger now, nbv ot at its full potential, but it was close. my friend chelsea was there trying to help me. i tried to keep it from my cats and the 2 new little baby kittens that my cats draven and draco gave birth to, (which i know is completely unrealistic because both cats are male) the three things i was worried about was the kitties, my friend chelsea, and my own ass because i knew what it wanted and that was me. a few people tried to help me in this dream, but to no prevail. it wanted me, and it wasn't going to stop until it got me. i tired everything, shouting bible versus at it with full and utter complete faith
in spiritso close
so far away
yet i can feel him
my eyelids shut
his smiling face is there to greet me
i lay my head down to sleep
i feel his arms wrapped around me
even though i lay alone in the bed
the feel his fingers entwine in mine
i can feel his breath on my skin
lips gently kissing my hair
whispering "i love you"
gently saying "im so elated that you're mine"
"i love you too," i whisper back
sincerely as he first said
i lay my head against his chest
hearing his heartbeat
even though he isnt with me
he always will be
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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