theSimplyUninspired

Monsters have their ways their turns and airs as they slip into your skin casting weeds into your mind    clogging up the airways    and sighing, "Ahhh...    Why not sleep awhile."    and grin, silver-sharp. You fight them   fist       tooth            nail but as you bleed they linger, laughing echo-mad within your head At last you whisper:   "Stop. Enough." But they draw you near, and whisper back,                 breath hot and rotting:   "Relax, my darling.    I'm always here."

You have forgotten   how to breathe without The creeping sensation of   being watched Knowing where you are   is a luxury you can't afford When everything you believe in   in this Land of Make-Believe Is noise and shadow   the loneliness created To placate a lonely heart   mind and soul

It's odd, the end- just rolling those two little words around in your head, t-h-e e-n-d- you didn't think it would go this way: all the unspoken things between just falling away, frightened-bird thrumming beneath your tongue, useless in the face of gravity. You always thought it would be a bang, fireworks and poetry and a blazing sunset. You didn't anticipate this: stolen seconds on a timer, the cruel awareness of heartbeat, oxygen, and those silly, stupid words that were never all that important until you couldn't say them. Until all you had left was this singular moment in time, when all you had left was the hitch in your v

It's been a while since you could do this: Just take a moment, breathe, without the shades of waking nightmares at the back of your thoughts. You always thought you'd die before you had the chance. This was never for you, after all. You, who was always moving, (go here, do this, take care of that,) who had to take your escapes where you could find them. Someday, maybe. Something you could say to yourself in the in-between sleep and awake, a quiet, harmless promise no one could hear. Something to take the edge off your aching joints and weary thoughts. That's all it was: a half-remembered dream you told to humor yourself; just one da

I never thought I'd touch infinity just there, for my fingertips to brush never thought space would open to my waiting dreams catching my thoughts and throw them to the whirlwind I never thought the taste of adventure would cross my tongue sea-salt and mountain air that the colors of the world would grace my eyes or the hum of discovery would grace my ears a song my soul knows without my learning it I think it hides behind my thoughts in the shadows between the words I know I feel it thrumming in my head want to pull the ache of it from my chest all for the sake of a shade of blue

I found you alone I found you in the pieces and the places and the people Found you in salty ocean water raining on red-tiled roofs and paw prints left in mud, leading away on secret trails Found you in summer clouds, and winter stars I found you alone waiting for no one nothing when I was looking only for myself And I took your hand and said, "Hello."

Korra told him, once: The story of the moon. It wasn't all that big a deal: Conversation shifting from topic to topic and the moon had been hanging full and bright in the night sky, and, hey, isn't there some story about the moon? How did that one go again? So she talked about the moon being the first waterbender, and how the people had observed and learned in turn. But he'd known that part; wasn't there more? Another part of the story? So she thought, and started speaking again. She told him about two spirits, forever circling each other in a tranquil pool, and the general who'd made the world go dark, stained the night sky red, then black

The day after- well, the day after they reconcile, The Fire Ferrets, in an unspoken agreement, purposefully do NOT talk about it. Meeting at the gym for practice, they're all smiles, all friendliness, and awkwardness only arises when they try not to be awkward. It's really for the best. -- It's a peculiar dance, one that they become very good at: A dance of bright smiles, denied awkward silences, and graceful side-stepping of the elephant koi in the room. The only time they spoke of it ended well enough, but the thought of a repeat conversation brought an uncomfortable, twisting sensation to their stomachs. It was a feeling best left forgo

"Bolin?" "Hmm?" "Have you seen my boots?" "Your boots?" "Yeah. Brown? Leather? 'Bout yea big? Am I ringing any bells?" "I thought you left them by the door." "I never leave them by the door." "You don't?" "No. C'mon, you don't know that-" "…" "…" *snicker* "…You didn't." *more snickering* "You did NOT- Bolin!" "Oh, I did. And don't set fire to the upholstery; you remember what happened last time!" "I'm gonna get you for this." "Looking forward to it. But I believe that's- 3 for me? Hey, no, don't throw-" -- "…Korra? D'you mind explaining what happened to Pabu?"

Bolin doesn't waste time or precious muscles: once the uniform is off, he face-plants into the mattress with little finesse and a quiet grunt. The bed shakes with the impact, jostling, but she doesn't wake. She shifts a little with the disturbance, but otherwise remains deeply asleep. After a few moments, which Bolin spends pretending that he is boneless, he manages to crawl under the covers with little protestation from his muscles. He heaves a sigh, and, lulled by Korra's quiet snores, nods off to the thought that, for the next twenty-four hours, he has nowhere else to be. -- He wakes up to Pabu's nose in his face. Bolin blinks. "Hey, b