A Description

Hello, lovelies. It's been almost a month since I've last blogged-for that, I'm sorry, mostly to myself.
Here's a little thing I wrote a while ago. One day, I hope to make it part of a story.

The weather was beautiful, the breeze stirring. I was on the terrace, and the sky was the Dreamworks sky again, the stars patterned just for me, in a language I couldn’t decipher and didn’t need to. I chatted with the boy who’d liked me, and whom I cared for most when he didn’t, and wished it were socially acceptable to speak with friends the way I do with a blank page, wished I could describe this moment of pure scenic joy, pure Keatsian beauty, like this, to him. 

Love. 

~Sam

Never meet

Credits: Humans of Amsterdam

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Two people who won't greet; two souls who won't speak.

So close and so far; two stories which won't meet.

So many that we pass, never once to grasp hands or touch eyes.

Never once to share laughs, shed tears, breathe sighs-

In another world, that was a best friend walking by.

~Sam

Storm Side Effects

It's cold and rainy and wet and muddy and deserted and it's boyfriend weather and I have no boyfriend and I've ruined two pairs of jeans in as many days and now I'll have to do laundry. Waah.

There are a few good things though:
-The normal winter joy of being cuddled up in blankets and bed with hot buns and hotter soup.
-The fact that the few people I see are all dressed in black hoodies so it looks like a town populated by ninjas.
-The prospect of the beauty after all this is over.
-The fact that someone down the corridor is playing the piano and singing beautifully to Someone Like You, which totally complements the atmosphere right now. I love live music, especially in a situation like this.

~Sam