BaronLeon

As soon as she opened her eyes I kissed her lips softly and she smiled and kissed me again. She and I got dressed and I drove her to the airport and when we got there I said that I would walk with her as far as I could. She found that a bit strange, but she thought nothing of it. As soon as we arrived to the security area I had I hard time controlling my emotions and my tears and she chuckled and kissed my forehead. “Silly. I’ll be back before you know it,” she said. “I know…” I smiled weakly. No you won’t, I thought. I wrapped my arms around her tightly and cried. She hugged me tightly and laughed and

I get up from the bed and walk towards the balcony. “Another sleepless night”, I thought. I looked back at the bedroom and saw her cuddled up against the sheets, sleeping a soundless sleep. I wonder how she can sleep at a time like this. The days are going by fast, and I continue to deny the change of time. June is coming and she must leave, and it is the 29th of May. She seems to have no worry, no remorse, and no fear. I wonder whether it is because she is strong and I’m not, or if it’s because it doesn’t matter to her. I’ve not slept more than an hour these past weeks. I am working as a columnist for the loca

I lay there, legs and arms spread out on the ground. I stare at the stars and gaze at the beauty around me. The trees surrounding me move as the wind blows and I watch the leaves flutter through the air and feel the gentle breeze graze upon my skin. I feel its soft touch, I hear its quiet song. I look at the moon and it speaks to me, in such a way that I cannot describe. Its glow, its shape and form... It sings to me. I sing back, though I'm sure my words will not reach it. My words never seem to reach to anyone, even though I speak clearly and fluently. I sing the moon my story. My life. It is a story everyone can hear, though very few choos

These days I think of my mind as more of a curse than a blessing. I cannot stop thinking about my mistakes, and what is to become of me. My future at this point is shrouded in mystery, and I feel as if I am trying to see through a thick fog. I do not know what will happen after I leave this island. Will I enjoy my time at the university? Will it be an enjoyable experience or will it be a miserable one? What I dislike most about this uncertainty is that I do not know whether I will be able to hold my lover again after I am gone. What will become of us? Will we slowly part just like everyone else thinks but do not have the courage to say? I can