Jael Anna, by Vicky Jane
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Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind of waterfall could stall me
And then came the rush of the flood
Stars of night turned deep to dust
I cursed you under my breath pacing up and down my room. As I moved aside your shirt, I caught a whiff of your scent and felt my heart soften. Damn you.
We are Stardust, by www.vickyjane.com
She felt his body softly moving in his sleep. He rolled over and curled himself around her. “Every time I think of wishing we could stay like this, it gets even better. So now I just close my eyes and try not to wish for anything.” She whispered in to the dark.
We are Stardust, by www.vickyjane.com
See through, 2012
I screamed at you in the middle of the dark. I loved you and hated you at the same time. The next morning you told me how angry I sounded. I told you I can scream much, múch louder.
“We are all fetuses swimming in our own poo.” she stated while taking a sip from the bottle of wine we were sharing. At least she didn’t try to make it sound more positive than she saw it. The grumpy atheist in her had spoken, and if I knew her right, I would say that after a few more sips from our bottle the giggling rebel would come out. It was the middle of february, the snow had cleared a few days ago and we we’re sitting on the roof. Tucked away in our winter coats, looking at the stars and defining life. I lit a new cigarette when suddenly an empty bottle flew through the air. With a loud bang it broke into a thousand shimmering pieces around our feet. Slowly my head turned to her with a questioning look. “I just wanted to break something…” she explained, shrugging her shoulders. “But look, I made a starry sky around us.” I looked at the shimmers on the ground, then up at the sky. “We are swimming in stars.” I stated while taking a sip from the bottle of wine we were sharing.
I wore your leather jacket, and a scarf you borrowed through the winter. Your scent was all around me, and together I walked down the street.
Eternal : Blue Ruin, 2012
“We are two halves of one apple” he told her. She was sitting on his lap, with her face buried between his shoulder and his neck. “Together, we make one whole.”
(via See through : Vicky Jane Photography )
I ran out to his car in my pyjama’s. Soaked socks on my feet, a way too happy printed pyjama bottoms on for this passionate occasion. I ran through the dark, rainy street till I reached his dark blue car, shinier then ever with raindrops bouncing of the roof. As he flung open his car door I jumped in, between the steering wheel and his chest. Curled up on his lap, my arms wrapped around his neck like an infant. “never again let me go” I whispered in his ear, “I wont” he answered.
