He sits there like a glowing sunlight, his thoughts are broken mirrors reflecting off of his bright Dewey smile. He was the one that stayed up late at night just to watch the stars twinkle. Picture this- we are together. He is sitting beside me looking at the stars. His arms tangled with mine. It is quiet. My mind is calm. We are happy. The same hands that are entangled with mine are the same ones that brush the hair away from his face and laugh, giggling to himself while staring back at the sky. He lays there beside me hands behind his head, no more then a few centimeters away and all I could think about was how his laughter filled the air like a song bird in the morning; warm coffee; a song that you wanted to memorize. He giggles at everything- he'll look at me, ever so slightly grasp for his lip, and smirk like he knows something I don't. He looks like the morning sunrise, oh how bad I wanted to grasp that feeling, and keep it safe in my tiny little pocket.
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Rants.
Short StoryJust some crappy thoughts I managed to string together to create a decent sentence. I have no friends and the few I do have could care less. Rants I have decided are for the weak... I rant about everything from the color of the sky being a shade off...
