ApparitionsI was nervous when I arrived. Had my information been right? Was she used to trans patients? Would she be supportive and helpful or weirded out? Would this be a waste of time or the freeing experience I hoped it would be?Apparitions by ~Apheline
I looked around the lobby. It was small and well furnished. A large coffee table occupied the center of the room, surrounded on two sides by a small sofa and an armchair, which for some reason made me think of my grandfather. On the opposite side of the room, there was a water cooler and several large unopened refill containers. On a table near the door was the item I was looking for.
"Matt 12:00, 6 pages," read a yellow sticky note affixed to some papers clipped onto a clipboard. Yellow seemed like a bad omen, sort of a boring choice of office supplies.
The name on the sticky didn't have the same pang of regret, didn't leave the bad taste in my mouth that it usually did. It felt more like a farewell to an old friend an
Hopeful agonyOne lonely night,Hopeful agony by ~midnightdream2
When stars were shining bright,
The heavens cried,
As I finally endured that,
He wasn't the one for me
even if his presences
Gave me palpitations,
His words made me stutter ,
Even if his scent intoxicated me beyond words,
An' my body yearned for his touch,
even as my lips
Thus parted ,
in hopeful agony,
They may meet his,
I've acknowledged that maybe he wasn't the one for me....
Considering that ,
He does not look at me ...
The way he does you,
With that half smirk,
That sexy glint in his pupil,
That eagerness to be next to you.
He'd never look at me that way,
And that night,
My eyes did shed tears,
An' my sobs were bitter,
But the heavens did cry,
To comfort a broken heart and a puzzled soul
The angels did sing ,
Their songs of woo,
Even as they cried,
For the simple fact that my other half would find me,
As did you find yours,
In a place my heart still rests.
Entrance To The Dark Forest
Fate and circumstanceWe can never fully know can we?
ObsessionIt takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.
ApparitionsI was nervous when I arrived. Had my information been right? Was she used to trans patients? Would she be supportive and helpful or weirded out? Would this be a waste of time or the freeing experience I hoped it would be?
breaking a writer's heart.never break a writer’s heart
Oaki knew a girl once,