Dreamer

BTW: Thinking about putting this into a book soon, but I need to add a plot behind it. It can't just be a girl pitting herself. Anyways let me know what you thing about this one. PS it's a little old

I was outside, and the warm air confirmed that it was summer. I looked up and saw darkness, but it wasn’t the clouds blocking sunlight; it was the blanket that covered the sun – noting that it was time to sleep. The stars were crying tonight and I just happened to be its shoulder to cry on. The only thing wrong with that picture was that; I had rain on my cheeks too. Tear drops from the sky landed on my already wet hair.  The ground beneath my feet was slick with water that came from the sky and my red eyes. Tonight the stars agreed to cry silently with me; and just take a bow to people who made my sorrow. 

I hear the wind call my name… I stare down at my unmoving feet, hoping and willing that I could just melt away and soak into the ground. With the wind still whispering in my ear, I stare into the night, straight ahead hoping to see movement over the horizon… longing to see your face. You were right, to leave me though. I was uncontrollably in love you.  I think about you while the rain streams down my nearly numb face. I make my feet move; first step into the muddy grass, letting my toes play a little with the brown earth. It seeps between my toes and smears on the top of my foot.  

My second step lands on a darkened rock stepping stone. The smell of nectar flooded my nostrils, as I entered the garden that we lay in; just staring up at the stars, and admitting our love to each other. I curl my dark brown, damp hair behind my ear and closed my eyes.  I listen. I listen to the rain pitter patter, on the ground; I listen to wind that reminded me of your bitter-sweet voice; I listen to the car horns in the nearby city. Looking around; a smile starts to play its way onto my face. The light weight, cream colored, sun dress touched my thighs as I started to spin around in the flower garden; little water droplets spinning off my dress. Some weird type of happiness bubbles up inside of me, like in a caffeinated drink. It might be just the thought of thinking about you; or the thought that I could find someone just as good as you, but they actually care about how I feel.

This change in my moods hasn’t surprised me… it’s been happening for a while now; missing you, and then starting to feel happy about losing you. The tears are filled with joy and not depression of heartbreak. Nothing in my heart has died; it’s just now empty, waiting to be filled. As most people say: ‘There’s a whole sea of fish you can catch.’ My smile widens at this thought; showing my bright teeth in the dark night.

There’s a weird sensation to yell out your name and get all of you out of me. I swallow, letting the rock in my throat drop to my stomach. My smile fades as quickly as it came. I reach for the hem of my dress, and ponder about waking the native streets.

The Insomnia Writes

She has long black hair, and eyes that glow green. She is thin but muscles contort her body, whispering a promise of fresh blood. The skin is tanned, freckled, but holds scars of stories she dares not tell. Her face, like a lion, makes cowards of men, and curses from women. Smell of burning sage tinged with lavender, comes to you as this warrior graces you with her coming. A necklaces of twine weighed down by a pendant. Around quarter size and pressed with a symbol of unknown. She breathes in her soul and not the body. She sees the bring life and the ignorance of death. She feels her blood pumping, and how it syncs with that of another. What to make of this person is yet to come to her, but pain is in his eyes. He whispers to her slowly; "It is always darkest before dawn." and with this he lays her down and she can feel this souls lips press on her sternum. When sun rises, and awakening comes, something has changed. The warrior women feels it in her veins. Looking into the eyes of the man, the pain is gone and wisdom holds true. His green eyes meet hers and both are left breathless. "You have changed me." Her voice like a sweet French love song reaches him. He closes his eyes and smells protection in the air - almost a sweet taste in his mouth. "I am yours." The man says. She sees the pull of their bodies for each other and she knows she will have to push logic out of her soul, her mind. Love is not perfect, she thinks... The yells will come sooner or later but they are not for hate, they are for each other. They sing out into the distance, yelling for what they know is right. This vision plants a smile on her face.
The sun sets high in the sky, calling the lovers out to play in town. People look and people talk. The warrior with a mate? No man could take her, for no man could make her listen but that of the one by her hip. This warrior knew this man could feel her, and teach her his learnings, and speak wisdom no drunk could hold. But when her man went out to play, play with the drunks, she would wait till the sight of his sober body, clear mind, came to her to comfort her and tell her to trust him. She never knew how to trust another before this mighty soul of his. It took her time to figure the answer to his question; "Why do you worry? You know I will come back okay, and you know you can trust me." Long nights pasted them both as she searched for this one simple answer. "It is not my love that I do not trust. It is the ignorance he surrounds himself by, that I can not and will not trust." He knows his own suffering is behind him but together they suffer, together they bleed, together they feel. When the warrior needs to weep he takes her in. His soul weeps with her but he does not show it. When his women is weak he must be strong. He must love her till she is soothed and lull'd to sleep. He must whisper "It is darkest before dawn."

P.S sorry for the bad form, I'm posting from my iPhone at the moment