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MomI run away from home that afternoon, the setting sun watches my steps, my fast and silent rush, naked feet and ripped clothing, of a poor child of the village.Mom by ~Libertades
I cannot bear this panting, along with the streaming tears down my cheeks, my dirty almond hair and my painful memories, I run forward the sun so I may die burned along with the past… I lose my way in the road and end up in an even bigger field… but there was just one single, big tree.
I stop, tired and crying, looking at my dingy feet with the remaining light of the horizon. I Whip out my tears, sit on the grass under the great tree beside me and sadly watch the dying sun as the fresh breeze carries my hair away, along with my thoughts, I was sick of the arguing at home… I wish it was over, wishing mom was still there to comfort me, to cool dad down when he gets mad and beat us up, but now we can’t do anything… it’s his entire fault, for killing her that day.
“I don’t want to
Legacy Ch 11 [APH Mexico fic]"Ouch, poor Enrique. I don't even really like the guy, and I feel sorry for him" America intoned. Mexico nodded "I was really bad with letting him down easy; I got better at that as time went on. I shouldn't have pulled that 'want to be normal' bullshit. What the fuck could I possibly know about normal?" America laughed "You have never been normal, but the one thing you have always been is good at breaking hearts. What happened next?"Legacy Ch 11 [APH Mexico fic] by *sailorgreywolf
Mexico responded "Well, he did what any logical person would do in that situation". America glanced at his half-empty glass of tequila thoughtfully "He found out who your fiancé was?" Mexico nodded "First he bullied Cuba into telling him who my fiancé was, then he confronted me again:
New Spain was walking around his bedroom packing the last of his stuff. It was hard to believe that such a big life could be com
ReminiscenceIn my heart resides, the prestigious reminderReminiscence by ~Libertades
A cup of flashbacks and tears of my minder,
The first memory of my death,
It yells to me 'till it turns deaf,
My eyes never saw the words upon my feat,
And every obstacle my body could beat,
But despite the danger of my confidence in you,
My heart remains here in the past with youth.
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