OUT OF ASHES.

bumblytumbly:

The Things I’ll Never Say

Quiet. All quiet. She tip-toes through the silence, toes numb against the cold and hard-worn wood till she finds the room she’s looking for. The creak of the door, quick glance towards the high-windowed wall. Not yet had the tendrils of morning and mist reached the eastern borders of her world. No reason to be here….except she tries to forget. She curls into a ball before the floor-length mirror, hardly seeing through the stale darkness left behind by the night. The music starts. Maybe it’s all in her head, but nevertheless, she can hear it loud and clear. It’s the same song that sweeps through her dreams, a resounding echo in her memory. And before she knows it, she’s swept up, caught up in all the emotions, and starts to dance. Slowly, the music growing and fading, throbbing like a sore stitched in her heart, she rises and twirls letting the music carry her through her thoughts. Salt and water combine and clash like a spark to gas, and the result a watershed so beautiful and silent and powerful. And she dances. Dancing to the same song, the one she knows when he hears, he’ll be thinking of someone else. The same song that takes her to the first times they whispered together, the innocence and simplicity of a first kiss, but she knows. She knows. She knows, when he whispers her song like a lullaby, so sweet and so meaningful, he’ll be thinking of his her, she who lights up his world. And the music draws freely from the world, feeding from the light that starts to rise against the black. And she dances, dances through the memories, they take her back to the lies she believed and the pain of being left behind…….but it’s just a song. Music so eloquent, and she knows. She knows. She knows, the light starts to peek up and watch her as she grows and ebbs full of his memory, washing away the stain with tears. And she dances full of grief, losing someone you cherish, and the thoughts and feelings of what ifs, and what could be’s. Swaying like the breeze, she dances, burning through the joys of what she remembers, the good, the bad, the now. The music grows. blazing so loud in her. and then the world goes silent. She turns her back to the curious sun, tip-toes back out the room and shuts the door, breathless, full of wonder. Seven billion people on a planet. Seven billion people, and she knows. She can’t love him. Anymore. And with a sigh, with the burden let down, removed, she walks silently down the hall, hums a melody she remembers. Something sweet and full of hope she thought she’d never find again. And the world dances on, the music playing, but it won’t last long. The music is all in her head.

dudeitsturtallyjesse:

Prom was like unreal and stuff. Glad it went well - actually, it went aweesomee. So I went with a girl I didn’t know too well, we were just classmates before, but the whole night we connected real well, like not just through talking but also through the stuff we did together. I can’t explain it…but it was great because we’re such different people in terms of how and what we think about, but we were able to connect on things like music and dry humor and just wanting to have fun with each other. Plus, we did it all without resorting to romantic connotations. Just two people connecting as pals and sharing the moment. Hahah while most of our group went to sleep, we stayed up and pulled our first all nighters together. I hit 27 hours, she hit 24. It was great. She was always the kind of girl I thought I’d never be able to hold a conversation with, the kind I would bore out of their mind, but there we were at 9 something in the morning, talking and sharing a Costco muffin for breakfast while everyone else in the house was asleep. I’m sad it had to end. But I’m proud that God was able to keep my perspective on the night fresh and clean, that He kept my goal from being me putting my arm around her at the end of the night and made it me just giving her some good memories.