aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - it was a thursday of some note. the city sent its rage in gold flowers to thwart the night, booming and defiant. i staggered alone among friends as we fought through the mob of hundreds of hearts seeking fiery catharsis. the ground spun under the weight of poison as i struggled to find the will to take each step. i was wishing desparately, like i always am, and there were plenty of dying stars to choose from. and then i picked the right one. three words (you know the ones) appeared on the tiny LCD screen i had grown, through months of disappointment, to resent. three words changed the world. i tell you here that magic is real, and this short incantation set that damned swirling lonely night right. i had time to reread it once before my chest burst, an armada of butterflies rushing to swarm through the violent garden in the sky. i fell back into the grass with a strange giddy sob and let the explosions serenade the buzzing warmth that was rushing to the ends of my bruised body. miss, you can't know the power you hold in your soft wavering whispers. but the only thing i want is to sing your spell back as best i can so your bones can ring with that same sacred thunder 7:20 a.m. - 2013-07-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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