urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:molly_is_cosmic molly_is_cosmic molly_is_cosmic 2007-12-01T19:15:51Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:molly_is_cosmic:3094 2007-11-30T16:27:35Z 2007-12-01T19:15:51Z <a name="cutid1"></a><div class="ljcut" text="Flowers on the hem of your dress"><font size="2"><p>Did it hurt? </p><p>I often find myself wondering this, in the gaps in between my days, my hours, my minutes. Time is now mine, time has no restriction, it is malleable in my hands. I measure time by counting the waves. I measure my time by the rustle of grass outside my bedroom window. I'm living in a dream, Rinoa. It feels as delicate as a balloon. I'm waiting for a needle to send me to sleep. Nurses bring in my food, wash my arms, I am an old man now, but I have a feeling you would know me anyway. </p><p>I have a dream, of seeing you in the street, for a moment. In that moment; indistinguishable, measured by breathing, by the beating of a butterflies' wings in a tycoon; I would press my back against yours' and I would, in that instant, exchange everything with you. Fluids, kisses, words, poetry, shopping lists. </p><p>All I'm asking is that you hold one memory, one memory that doesn't speak to you of crushed pelvic bones, of tragic costly posession. A small warmth in your heart, of the ice cream dripping on your fingers, the surf at dawn, that one (almost) kiss. I'm so sorry I pulled away. I'm so sorry you hurt. I'm sorry I had to see it. </p><p>I hope you're married to him by now. I wish you have a house with white porcelain flower pots and it's sunny all the time. Dust gathers on the piano keys. You are happy, he rubs your belly, and I know it can't be me now. I'm lying here, will forever, watching snow, leaves, the sunlight escape from my arms. Every now and again I will catch your scent playing on the wind. </p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p></font></div> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:molly_is_cosmic:1699 2007-11-26T22:17:11Z 2007-11-26T22:17:11Z <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" border="1"><tbody><tr><td bgcolor="#ff9999">01.</td><td bgcolor="#ff9999">Rose </td><td bgcolor="#ffbb99">02.</td><td bgcolor="#ffbb99">Tiger lily </td><td bgcolor="#ffff99">03.</td><td bgcolor="#ffff99">Dandelion </td><td bgcolor="#99ff99">04.</td><td bgcolor="#99ff99">Moss </td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#99ccff">05.</td><td bgcolor="#99ccff">Forget-me-not </td><td bgcolor="#cc99ff">06.</td><td bgcolor="#cc99ff">Iris </td><td bgcolor="#ffffff">06.</td><td bgcolor="#ffffff">Baby's breath </td><td bgcolor="#cccccc">08.</td><td bgcolor="#cccccc"><i>Writer's Choice</i> </td></tr></tbody></table> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:molly_is_cosmic:1203 2007-11-24T19:49:32Z 2007-11-28T22:48:32Z <a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/molly_is_cosmic/pic/00002f55/"><img height="240" alt="" width="204" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/molly_is_cosmic/pic/00002f55/s320x240" /></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />if you want to friend me (and hey, great) then do. it'll depend if it's a tuesday or not. kidding.