"DREAMING"

I . NOSTALGIA

AS SHE stared at the ceiling listening to old songs of her favourite bands that were making her feel nostalgic her mind worked and showed just like a slide photoshow old memories that were carefully hidden and safely stacked away in her part of the brain were memories from childhood disappeared and only sometimes showed themselves. For you never forget something you just don't want to remember old little things like your first doll or the first word you said for babies aren't supposedly capable of doing that. But why can they spot the difference between good and bad? Tell the bad from the good faces apart and even when all their sentences are made but nothing of gibberish and unrecognizable noises they can still cry and tell you when they feel uncomfortable but you just don't understand.

Burned skin peeling of sunburned shoulders and legs and arms and necks. That pain that shoots through the entire body when she tries to sit down but just can't because the burn feels like hundred little needles made out of the suns beams themselves prick her skin only slightly but the searing pain is unavoidable and she just can't sit. Her face reddened from the huge ball of lit gas that is actually much smaller than the other suns who seem tiny but are only far away.
Yet she ignores the burn in favour of playing with the neighbors son a match of cards she had painted herself //even though still needed practice// while he only laughed at her losing with adoration in his eyes that couldn't be described. And she always lost herself in his eyes that reminded her of an ocean she wanted to dive in but knew once she did there would be no return for her petite little body that would just have been swallowed by the waves of passion he held for everything.
He would always have to bring her back with a "hey, dris." and a snap with his fingers that had dirt under his nails for he had been planting flowers prior that morning when it wasn't so hot as it was now. For her he had planted them, even gave them names . A total of thirty light blue tulips.

The glazed look that covered her eyes disappeared and she just layed at her bed her back burning if it had just happened but it hadn't. She could feel the roses growing around her ribcage their thors pricking her heart and lungs making it bleed making her feel nostalgic and tired, bones heavy , skin as if made out of paper that could rip any given moment and sunk in eyes. Lungs as if they were filled with stones that made breathing so much harder and painful and a heart that was half empty now.

But she picked that body of hers up that seemed so fragile but held much more power than you would expect and sat on her windowsill looking at the orange red sky that was slowly turning dark waking the stars up from their slumber. Another feeling came up, one of sadness as she looked at her knees which were sporting purple and pink bruises while on her arms were already blossoming new ones for she couldn't really remember where she had gotten them from but had a feeling that she knew who it was but didn't want to remember. //Her father, most likely, or mother.she wasn't sure//

And another wave of nostalgia came upon her before she jumped from the window into her already dried up garden to visit him .

They hadn't talked in a while.

[alternatively named "i don't want to forget you"]
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*i don't really know what came upon me. I guess if just felt nostalgic too? Who knows, i don't.
And she will be visiting Thymen. If you don't know. Meh*