This blood red oath sets a reckless fire in my neko heart!
It tingled like a wiry feather, grazing the underside of my tough. As though they were auburn clouds gathering on the horizon, it was there to behold, but distorted in the heat and distance. An idea, buried in dust and lost in days past. It's shape was erratic, but it felt nostalgic. Did it resemble the ivory fence that encompasssed his mother's garden? Where I'd crawl through a hole between the carnations so I can laugh at your jokes and rest on your shoulder while you glided your cooking into my mouth? Was it like the evergreen grove hidden by the seashore, where we shared out first gaze into the stars, our final days holding onto the time, our last days crying on eachother's shoulders, our first kiss on the lips..... Maybe it the same as the tears pooling by my shoes, gathering into a puddle as my lost, expressionless expression watched your trail of dust blow with the wind into the golden fields of wheat.
Colored in euphoria, dyed in melancholy, It's shape solidified as the sun hid behind the mountains. The stars gleamed, and the moon glowed bright. Staring up at the sky, reaching for that hand that wasn't there, she caught glimpse of a girl, almost falling on every step as the hem of her white dress began to wear. She was screaming at the road ahead, sprinting as the sounds of her panting and yelling riccocheted off the still air. She almost didn't notice, but on every stumble that girl made as she chased that unkown, an opaque tear glided off her cheek, falling as far as it came back to a simpler life where everything beautiful danced hand in hand to a flow they all could believe in.
The feelings of childhood, of naivete, of a purity absent of taint, of aimlessness, of love, of being loved Of being alive