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my mosaic.: "Nobody said it was easy.." »

the laughter rings through the wooden restaurant, like we were the only ones in there. we very well could’ve been if you asked us. silence fills our dwindling smiles; joy fading to mellow from the shared laugh just a moment ago. down to my hand, tucked inside his, he spoke in a voice from which…

my mosaic.: it's not the first time I've written about insomnia »

whoisdebbyanyway:

and it wont be the last. something about the dark places in the sky where the moonlight is not just draws the words from my insides. i think they were harboring somewhere under my ribcage, and got stuck in my throat on the way out. but out they swim, into the room that feels like a night breeze,…