Muse 29: Redlight

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Stop. I want you to just stop.

Can't you just see that I am standing here, lying here in this emptiness waiting for you to notice? My head bangs, echoes against the car's hood, and the echo is repeating softly, the sound in my mind. Without you, without you, without you. It's like you are driving at the magic limit where all traffic lights stay forever green. The glowing emerald brightness haunts me because I am standing at every block, watching you pass. This emerald city is not what everyone seems, what a lost world. Stop. If you stop, you can see me. And even if you do see me, will you stop? I don't want to know the answer.

Muse 20: Sure

This is to make up for the lack of yesterday. It's a bit more personal, but definitely narrative.

500 Days of Summer

I was never the kind of little girl that dreamt about completing weddings. There was no whipped cream white dress with an overflowing train that started from my waist to the end of the church aisle. Instead, I loved the kind of aisle - that had mountains of cereal boxes, Campbell cans and 30% coupons that I swiped like a Golden ticket just for myself - much, much more. I used to be the kind of girl that believed love needed to be developed, like the man I was gonna marry would be my crush, then boyfriend, then man of 4 years and counting, where the feelings of forever have developed beyond maturity. Yet now, the life I'm looking for with someone else is the kind where I find "what I was never sure of," just by suddenly waking up or having that one short moment - that one short moment where arbitrary meaning becomes the reason I suddenly know you fit me.

Muse 19: On Her Body

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There is a secret on her body. A little hidden chamber resting between the deep navy shadows where the corners and crevices of her body contorts and curves into beautiful shapes. That little chamber is filled with a magical power. Unlock it and it's yours, only yours. Like the right hand corner kiss of a maiden's lips, she has taken the that secret, cupped it in her pastel milk hands and tucked it away like the hands stretching underneath a soft mattress, where the coolness has never left. Men die for it, kings conquer vast lands for it, fairy tales are achieved because of it. There is a secret on her body, it opens every time she is touched by you.