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Feel New Chapter Seven: Your Eyes Told Me More That Night Than Your Lips Would Ever Say "Take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can’t help Falling in love With you” -Elvis Presley “I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You” Your little sister giggled from her booster seat, kicking her feet. Sighing, you stepped into the car, sketchbook, pencil, and eraser in hand. It was almost (insert random little sister name here)’s birthday, and your mother insisted that it should be something special, unlike last year. That ended in a total disaster when (little sister name) kicked the cake by accident and the c

PART TWO~ Jean grinned at you. “Cool, huh?” You nodded, still taking in the view. The people seemed to be everywhere. Your eyes landed on the hill beside the old movie theater, where it reached higher into the trees into some unknown place. "At midnight, there’s fireworks!" Celine added, eyes shining brightly. Hanji stood beside you and she shoved three twenty dollar bills into your hand. “Have fun, be safe, and text or call me if you need me, mkay?” "You seem to be in a rush," you remarked. She grinned. “I’ve got a date with Moblit! So I’ll see you real soon!” You smiled. You were

A summer's eve Lying in the cool grass Of days gone by And I could get lost In your blue skies of spider silk I wake in the half-sweet exhaust Of some smoker's trail, The last vestiges of one Who was so tangibly here... Sitting with you under an eternally starry sky These memories bathed In perpetual light... I'm seeing your eyes in everyone else, And these long-lost memories begin... It's not them I want; it's you that I crave, And your waves come crashing again. Your imprints are everywhere In everything I see, Dreaming of a time When again we would be Staring glassy-eyed Into the familiar abyss, And the moments that never happened

I've seen a blind woman Growing cold outside, An older image of Our younger selves. She wears a shard of mirror And a broken sword Screaming "Look at yourself!" She is the scales; she is the statue, She is what we should have always been, But she has long since been replaced by greed. This eternal rain of dust has fallen Down upon the scales, And they're broken, Rusted, and brown... Falling down What gives you the right to Take life away? In the dawning of our darkest hour, Who says what's right? What gives us the right to Take life away? While these images are cutting through A cloudless September sky.