the waiting place

He flicked a cigarette ash into a Starbucks cup and looked up into the approximate area he believed I would understand to be my eyes. I didn't get to say everything, he rasped.

No one does, I said,but If you did get the opportunity how would you punctuate that last breath of yours?

My cup's on fire, dude.

Oh. Are you trying to be profound?

No, it was really on fire there for a second,

but now it's out.

I watched it happen.

Rene ~ 2013

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natasha

There was a haunting beauty behind her eyes, beyond her sorrow, a beauty that found its way into one’s heart and led them home.

Image via Magpie Tales i won't be leaving here with you nor will you be staying with me for any longer than you see fit that is just the way of it it is the silent refrain of my being i won't be leaving here with you but i will stay, until my time is done as your ceremonial chosen one no, this won't be my last tour though it is the first time i won't be leaving here with you shh, now, darling. this is what i do i see it in your eyes, our time's drawing to a close. please don't mind the tears they come, they go, it's true... i won't be leaving here with you Rene ~ December 8, 2012

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image via magpie tales don't be fooled child my bite is worse than my bark and my dark heart bluer than my eyes 2013 ~ Rene

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