Descriptive Short

((This was merely a momentum activity for myself to push myself into creativity and calm down some of my stress, so it is not excellent writing, but I decided to post it regardless)) Her crystaline blue eyes batted bashfully as his intense hazel gaze steadily studied her rosy features. A shy yet stubborn smile turned up just the outer corners of her bow-shaped lips, causing a tight lipped smile to mirror on the face of the man standing before her. His firmly gentle grasp on her waist tightened slightly as he pulled her closer. She tensed in preparation to shy away, her mischievously twinkling eyes taking on a suspicious tone. His smile warmed as he bowed his head toward her, lightly touching his lips to the tip of her nose with a delicate kiss. Helplessly, she descended into titilating giggles, leaning her face shyly to the side. He laughed at her unwittingly charming nature, gently cradling her soft, cool body to his with his hand behind her head, the slender fingers winding through her silken hair. His other hand slid around her back, drawing their torsos together. She shivered, glancing up at him with a mixed expression, and it was now his turn to hide his blush, resting his chin atop her head. ((This post is really quite too mushily, cheesily romantic for my tastes in reading. Why did I write it? Because I'm a silly, silly girl who just fell in love, of course. Quite ridiculous.))

Social Anxiety - November 2013

The only eyes that see me Are all my own, Hidden, furtive glances Meaninglessly silent. Reaching out, impossible. Standing still, I burn. Too much, too much. The sensations, frictions, Eating my skin, tearing my skull. My senses fragment, intensify, bleed I divide into pieces, I'm compressed too small. I can't hold tightly enough. I'm crashing on the waves, Lost in this sea of people, My safety rafts drift away. I'll see them, who sees me? They see me, who cares? Everyone wants to have their fun, I just wasn't programmed this way. I'm solitary, You all are scary, I have no faith in myself. I lack the confidence to breathe, I'm shaking, feels like my lungs are breaking, I want to scream, to fall, To break down and cry. I really can't see the reason why I ever came here or existed. There's no love lost on me, A broke, broken half shell Who lost purpose and lacks a plan. I can't reach out, How do I---- "Hey Jojo, come with us!" "...ok"