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in the stars where i belongI sit and look at the star wishing i could be among them, to be able to fly in the stars, to be up there leaving everything behind all the hurt,heart brake and pain of life, all the judgment of others,the judgment that is giving to you with out them really knowing you, and the friends that have betray and hurt you and do not quit, who lie about you to make them self feel better for what they have done to you so they can justify them self's. it would be so easy up there to be happy. The stars and there wonder, it would be amazing to see what is beyond this system beyond this planet we live on.and it would not be so lonely it would be amazing because with all the people that surround us on this planet it is more lonely here then it would be in the vast emptiness of space that would await you in the stars.happiness may never be mind in this life and on this planet but when i look at the stars i feel that happiness could be mind up there in the stars were i want and wish to be. i do not b
Love is a lie.
Love is the worst lie you are told exist's when you are a kid. You are told that someday you will met someone that you will love and that will love you in return only to be let down when you find out that it is not true that there is no one for you. And if there is love it is only for the fortunate ones. But never for someone like me, i never have know love and i have give up already. i do have a little bit of hope that i wish could die already leave me alone, all hope does is remind you of what will never be yours. hopes and dreams and wishes never come true and if they have for you then god must favorite you, i must have done the worst things in my passed life for god to be so mad at me to have sent me to the earth alone, to have not made anyone for me, he give my dad and mom someone my brother someone but not me. I must be the worst person ever. I try to be kind and loving and all i get back is pain and know that love will never be mine and no one will ever be mine. i am so tried.
It is said that god sends down two angels to earth. That are supposed to find one another, soul mates. but I have look for mine, wait for mine and I do not find them/him, they never come. I think mine die before I was born or maybe I am here alone; god did not make anyone for me. And even though I have met you the one I wish was my angel. I know you could never feel the same for me so you could not be my angel. Even though I do wish with all my heart that you are my angel or that you could be my angel. The funny and sad part is that I tell myself it is a crush, it is not it is more and I hate it because why should I feel this way. If you could never feel for me if you are not my angel. I like you a lot more then I should, but it is not only like. It is more it is love, I know this because, I have had crushes before and all have gone away, all have passed, but not with you. You are always there I think about you almost all the time; I kind of really hate it. I have wait fo
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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