your-heart-is-pure

I wake up tired. I wake up tired and it's afternoon again. I wake up tired and I am alone. It's like every night i fall asleep with you on my mind, and I quickly sort through my thoughts leaving the prettiest ones on top so I can try them on in the morning. So everyday, I wake up and try on being in love with you. Except every morning, it's three inches too big or a centimeter and a half too small or it's brushing my kneecaps like it's too long. But I wear it anyways, since I'm used to being a shade left of ordinary or two steps past crazy. I'm used to wearing love and I'm used to you. I'm used to falling asleep next to you and waking up

The Cruel Path to Your Arms The sun shone brightly in the blue sky above.  The wind blew gently through the field of pink and white flowers.  A girl, perhaps in her twenties, but still very young, sat quietly in this field, her head raised to the clouds above her.  With her knees gathered close to her bosom by a wrapped arm, she held her head upwards with the aide of her arm which rested on her knee.  It didn't seem as if she was sad, and it didn't seem as if she were lonely.  On the contrary, she seemed to bask in her thoughts, whether good or bad.  This was what the young monk standing nearby gathered. ~@~@~@~@~@~@~ It had been a year si