Girl in the Purple Beret

Silence makes a home in the soul Expression is lost  No way to escape  Grasping in the dark  There’s no hand to take  Livelihood has left   Like a lover scorned  The hand you must grasp  Is that of your own.  

The void of the mind weighted with the most endless of tasks.  Remedied with bitter coffee, worn like a light roast mask.  Trembling anxiously with the earth as it quakes.  Buried in heaps of papers, meetings and ash.  A lightning bolt strikes as the storm begins to pass.  Off the clock with a wave of relief,  The woes of the day nothing more than an empty glass.  

  I had no intention of reading this book. I honestly have spent the last seven years of my life trying to forget the series entirely. It's not that I don't adore the series with every fiber of my being, because when I heard that Stephanie Meyer released Midnight Sun , my inner nineteen year old started shrieking and didn't stop shrieking until I devoured the novel completely. She has since been humbled and found a sense of closure and yet still yearning for more of Edward Cullen's insights. The book is Stephanie Meyer's re-imagining of Twilight from the beautiful, sparkling Edward Cullen's point of view. His perspective is a troubled and conflicted one. He is instantly attracted to the new girl Bella Swan with her blood that smells to him like a blood-lust relapse. He immediately lets on that he will be killing Bella and probably the entire Biology class for witnessing his shame and despair. This isn't what happens, of course. He has been trained by his bab...

Everything is as it seems, reality blends into your dreams. Unspoken words that we set free,  yet even so,we forget to breathe.  Constantly flowing like a string of a spring, one single life's thread amidst the flowing seam.  So much to speak of, regrets and doubt.  Years of experiences and years without.  Vibrancy can still be absorbed, and satisfaction found evermore. Within a natural scene from mountain peak to domestic floor, always looked on as yet another chore. It's a delicate balance of notes on humanity's soundtrack, a cherished musical score. Breathing in the darkness and consisting of the light, so we remain our souls aflame and ashes of delight.

I can feel a dampness in the air so smooth, I can almost feel that moonlight stare. The brightest light the dark defines, the moon is queen of the midnight sky. She sits up tall on her airy throne, lighting up the darkest places ever known. The stars beside her form her royal court, glitter and twinkle in her support.