Touch my bonesLight is slipping in through the blinds and making slits in the darkness of my bedroom. Beside me, you dream of cliffs, mountains, trees, lakes, and wider skieseverything in gem tones, clean, and vast. I listen as you breathethe slow and regular pattern of sleepand run my hand across your chest. Your skin carries stories in braille about your soul. They tell me that you are afraid of the unknown, and death, and of drowning. When you were young, you wished that you could fly, but now you wish you could disappear. Sometimes, when it is brightest out, you stare into the sun and let the light blind you. You feel at peace when you think of emptiness.I am afraid of failure, I whisper in your ear. I wish I was a hundred times larger so that people would take notice. I could do so much more. I am tired of being ignored. I cannot stand to be alone.I have missed you terribly.I whisper these things in your ear, and catch our collective secrets
i'm never careful enoughThe roads here wind in ways that I don't expect.Sometimes, I think that dashed yellow line is the only thing that keeps me moving the right way. That keeps me going. Because one wrong move could send me barreling off the highway and the freefall feeling that would come next is not something I'm unfamiliar with. It's the same thing that happens every time I think of you. I can't get over how much this place reminds me of you. I can't get over how little room there is between full-fledged fear and being in love.Sometimes, I think maybe they're the same thing.I don't know what keeps bringing me back here. But I find myself coming here more and more when I can't sleep. When I can't stop thinking about you. I drive the same familiar routes. Thinking the same familiar thoughts. Going to the same familiar places. I keep retracing the paths we used to take, thinking that if I follow them back far enough, I'll figure out where we went wrong. The absence of you is familiar. Almost comforting.
APH HaitiCountry InformationOfficial Country Name: République d'Haïti ; Repiblik AyitiCapital: Port-au-PrinceLargest City: Port-au-PrinceLanguages: French, Creole, English, Tiny bit of SpanishGovernment: Parliamentary republicCurrent Leader: René PrévalHuman InformationHuman Name: Estefania Maria (Later "French-ed" to Stephanie) Jean-Baptiste Louventure (name she rarely uses but pays tribute to her hero)Nickname[s]: StephAge Appearance: 18Gender: FemaleBirthday: January 1stAbout ThemPersonality: Years of hardship, suffering, and just plain bad luck has turned this once shy and fun loving girl into what she is today: a bitchy tsundere. Her voice is always an even cold tone and she rarely smiles (except for a playful smirk or a pedophile flirty "friendly" smile). Still, she does find every blessing in every curse and has wise parables and scriptures that help her go on strong. She doesn't like being controlled and