Cinnamon Dreams by Phoenix

Sunset

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I wish that I could nest forever in those moments of contentment and happiness. The smell of cinnamon and breath stealing laughter, I miss.  One day I hope to be free of the pain of what I've lost,  instead of being too lost in memories instead living my life. Perhaps when my brain starts to spongify and my joints swell with age.... How could I not dwell, to dream and mourn the death of our once love? I'd thought I'd found it: My soul mate. I know, I know it sounds silly. I never knew I'd find someone where my opionins are less significant than the sentiment, where the lyricism  of my thoughts outweighs my propensity for dramatics. He, I can't even think his name, once matched me in every way that mattered to me... He'd understood the very depths of me, perhaps more than I'd even known myself...

Oh Kagome, my little flower... Lets get you some sun and some air.

He'd known what to do while I was under the spell of my own minds dark compulsions. And yet, he was a spell of his own with his golden amber eyes, saved only for my viewing, along with a body even the gods must envy. I never knew why he'd been so drawn to me.. well. Or had seemed to be. 

I’d like to know if my thoughts are strange in that important, artsy-writer kind of fashion, or in that overdone blathering pubescent way. Perhaps they are the same in nature, but rather differ in presentation. I don’t wish for understanding, but rather for a feeling of belonging that is so difficult to find, and to endure without.

I had that once. And yet without him...

I endure life. I fill it with activities that I do not detest until my body fails. I feel as if I’m watching a dying sunset. 

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-Phoenix